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This is a kind of humorous (if you have kind of a macabre sense of humor) story I wrote maybe 3 years ago or so as a little writing exercise to get me going. This story was written from the following prompt- You have awoken in a strange house after a hardcore party-
How you read this story is essentially how it came out of my brain. It is unedited and untouched. As in raw like sushi.
Under the cut find a 574 word story about two demons waking up after a serious party. TWs alluding to sexual assault, flesh eating, vomiting and demons.
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Silence, then the lump under the heap of blankets stirs.
“Wake up princess.”
“Mmmm oooooooooooh fuck. Oh fuck, oh my god-“
more rustling of the bedclothes and the panty covered ass of a girl oozes out from under the blankets, followed by the rest of her and a mad stumble for what appears to be the light of the bathroom. The male chuckles, watching the girl move sluggishly.
“I take it you had a good time?”
More silence followed by not so ladylike gagging and puking, running water and she emerges bleary eyed and wet faced.
“I don’t even know.”
His chortling gets louder and he covers his mouth, trying to be polite.
“You did er, overindulge a bit princess.”
She frowns, rubbing the plump expanse of her naked belly, her face contorting.
“I think that’s pretty fuckin’ obvious.”
“Don’t be like that it’s not my fault. I tried to stop you. In fact I tried to remove you from the situation all together. However I draw the line at being flayed in mixed company. So I let you have your way.”
She walks back to the bed and crawls back into it, squirming like a cat until she’s settled with her head on his stomach.
“Are you going to tell me or not?”
The man strokes her forehead, smiling at her.
“Well if I’m going to be brief, we arrived and you summarily laid waste to the entire party.”
It wasn’t the ideal way to begin a vacation but, he knew she’d been tense and her reaction to the feeling of the party had been spot on.
“The whole thing?”
He nods, tracing the rubicund curve of her protruding lower lip.
“Apparently, their intentions were shall we say less than savory and you took great offense.”
She frowns, shaking her head.
“I don’t remember.”
The man adjusts himself so he can hold her on his chest, his arms around her.
“Well dear, apparently we wandered into what was supposed to be an um, er train.”
“Train? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
The man squirms uncomfortably, looking pained.
“Apparently they lure a girl here and sexually uh, do things to her. Repeatedly.”
She sits up frowning.
“Is this supposed to be a consensual thing?”
“Sort of, from what I could gather of them before the mass panic started.”
She is quiet, rubbing her belly absently.
“Fuck ‘em then.”
Clearly feeling better the girl scampers out of bed, giggling now and running about the silent if bloody house. The man reclines listening to her examine the aftermath of her rage. He can hear her giggling, then a moment of silence and the pad of her bare feet as she returns.
“What do you think this is?”
She’s holding up a bloody chunk of something.
“I don’t know love. Ribcage?”
She grins at him, bloody teeth and all.
“Dunno, tastes like chicken though.”
He will let her cavort, they still have time. He rises to trail behind her as she forages and decimates the remains of the boys.
“Go ahead and enjoy yourself, we don’t have to be back in the pit for another day or so. Do your worst.”
She stops looking up at him from where she’s squatting atop what looks to be what’s left of a muscular young man, her round plump face the picture of love. Her smile beatific.
“You are the best baby. You’re really the best.”