Page 110 of Every Shade of Shadow

Even in the bloody wash of light around us, I see the way Sabrina’s buttocks glow and burn, her skin broken.

He holds on to my hips and whispers into my ear how he is going to end me, but not before he fucks my brains out. Not until he fills me with cum.

At these words a wave of excitement sweeps over me so intense and powerful I wonder if I even know Sabrina at all. The more I hear her thoughts, the more I don’t recognize her. Hearing her talk about being objectified, treated like a worthless slut…it’s insanity.

I start to drift back towards her body, to shift into her consciousness again fully.

No, no! I scream, but I can’t stop it.

One with Sabrina again, the shadows take hold of our ankles and pull us down to the bed until we are on our knees.

I look back and see the shadows join into a single, humanoid figure devoid of face or features.

We reach back, but the shadow takes our hands and twists them cruelly against our spine, a foot lifting overhead and pressing down onto the back of our skull, forcing our face into the pillow.

We try to scream, but it’s muffled by the pillow, by that shadow still choking us from inside-out.

Shadowy hands separate our buttocks.

I hear Sabrina now, unsure.

Wait. Please, she begs.

The shadow doesn’t wait. It forces itself into her poor, virginal ass—buries its full length into her rectum until the scream that follows is one I know will haunt me for all eternity.

I try to leave, to get through to Darkwood.

Let me out.

But it’s no use, Sab’s ass is pounded over and over, each thrust driving her deep into the mattress.

She can barely breathe, struggling to comprehend what is happening.

I feel her terror, her fear, but perhaps more disturbingly, I feel how turned on she is by it all, by this horror.

Let me out! I shout internally, but there is no response.

Something comes underneath our throat and presses back.

A blade, as solid and deadly sharp as the real thing.

No!

It drags itself slowly right to left, the cut deep, our voice losing pitch as our vocal cords are severed. Blood flows hot and fast from the wound as the knife is drawn away and the relentless fucking continues.

We grow lightheaded, the shadow stiffening and releasing somewhere deep in our ass, the knife driven into our back and pulled free—the pain incredible.

Again, we’re stabbed. Stabbed and fucked and stabbed and fucked over and over while we bleed out, choking on our own blood, blind against the pillow.

And there, right at the point where the shadow’s cock pulls free of our broken ass, lifting the knife high to drive it once more into our body, right as death itself seems imminent, right as Sabrina is to find her dark release, I cannot take a single second more.

ENOUGH.

I come to back to the Professor’s chambers on my hands and knees, reaching involuntarily for my throat but finding no mortal wound there.

The vision of Sabrina, the consciousness we were sharing…it’s all gone.

I hold my throat trying to find regular breathing. I’m covered in a cold sweet, my skin clammy and sallow.

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