Preface
He could hear the little piglet's squeals from just up ahead. He had been running her in circles the last ten minutes. Letting his anticipation build. It was like sex. The chase was luscious foreplay. He drew it out for as long as he could stand.
Her fear caused ripples of sensation along his skin. A rising tide of pleasure that made him shiver with delight. She was so innocent. Her soul would be all the sweeter. He only needed to give her one more little push. Then she'd be ready. "Ready for Freddy," he chuckled.
There was nowhere left to run.
The young girl cowered near the massive boiler. The heat rising in waves around her. Her eyes were glazed and she was rocking back and forth on her heels.
The Nightmare King walked slowly towards her dragging his blades along the pipe. Screeeech, screeeech.
There. She was ready. He could feel it. She had reached a fever pitch of terror that could go no higher.
It was time.
He towered over her huddled form. Chuckling low in his throat, he watched her. His whole body tensed with the need for release. The release that only her soul would provide him.
Raising his gloved hand high, he clicked the blades once and drove downwards. She didn't make a sound as death took her.
Freddy was vaguely disappointed that she hadn't screamed at the caress of his blades. She was so beautiful now, covered in deep crimson. He brought his hand to her ravaged face and caressed her cheek lightly. Her dream form began to glow. A soft white haze that grew brighter and brighter around her. Freddy stepped back and waited.
A glowing white mist rose and began spinning. The Nightmare King smiled, "Come to me." He opened his arms wide, beckoning.
The light rushed forward piercing Freddy's chest. The energy spread through his body with rapid intent. It filled his every pore. He moaned with pleasure. Dropping to his knees, he began to laugh. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself shuddering as the last of the energy was consumed. As the last of the child's soul became his.
Forever.
He could hear the little piglet's squeals from just up ahead. He had been running her in circles the last ten minutes. Letting his anticipation build. It was like sex. The chase was luscious foreplay. He drew it out for as long as he could stand.
Her fear caused ripples of sensation along his skin. A rising tide of pleasure that made him shiver with delight. She was so innocent. Her soul would be all the sweeter. He only needed to give her one more little push. Then she'd be ready. "Ready for Freddy," he chuckled.
There was nowhere left to run.
The young girl cowered near the massive boiler. The heat rising in waves around her. Her eyes were glazed and she was rocking back and forth on her heels.
The Nightmare King walked slowly towards her dragging his blades along the pipe. Screeeech, screeeech.
There. She was ready. He could feel it. She had reached a fever pitch of terror that could go no higher.
It was time.
He towered over her huddled form. Chuckling low in his throat, he watched her. His whole body tensed with the need for release. The release that only her soul would provide him.
Raising his gloved hand high, he clicked the blades once and drove downwards. She didn't make a sound as death took her.
Freddy was vaguely disappointed that she hadn't screamed at the caress of his blades. She was so beautiful now, covered in deep crimson. He brought his hand to her ravaged face and caressed her cheek lightly. Her dream form began to glow. A soft white haze that grew brighter and brighter around her. Freddy stepped back and waited.
A glowing white mist rose and began spinning. The Nightmare King smiled, "Come to me." He opened his arms wide, beckoning.
The light rushed forward piercing Freddy's chest. The energy spread through his body with rapid intent. It filled his every pore. He moaned with pleasure. Dropping to his knees, he began to laugh. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself shuddering as the last of the energy was consumed. As the last of the child's soul became his.
Forever.