Page 16 of Insatiable

I sobbed, hating how my body had surrendered to him, how I had given in to something so twisted and wrong. But he wasn’t done. His mouth released my nipple with a slick pop, his face wet with my milk, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. His fingers stayed inside me, moving slowly, deliberately, enjoying every tremor that ran through my body.

Then, to my shock, he curled beside me. His wings folded behind him, and after a moment of eerie calm, his claws slowly extended again, as if he had finished what he came for and no longer needed to hold back. There was a dark satisfaction in his eyes, as though the chaos he had created had given him exactly what he wanted.

I laid still. Still not understanding what just happened and then my fingers brushed against something cold and solid—an old candelabra. My pulse raced as I gripped it, heart hammering so hard I thought it might break through my ribs. His eyes were closed; this was my chance. My only chance.

Without thinking, I swung it with everything I had.

The metal smashed into the side of his head with a wet, sick thud. He let out a guttural sound, like a deep, rattling moan—more startled than hurt. Blood splattered across the floor as he jerked away, his eyes snapping open, wide with shock.

I scrambled back, my chest heaving, knowing this wouldn’t be enough. But I swung again, not waiting, panic flooding my veins. The candelabra connected with his skull a second time, and I could hear the crunch of bone. His head twisted to the side, blood dripping down his face.

He let out a low,dangerous snar, but he didn’t attack. His eyes were wild, dark, his body trembling with barely contained fury. He lifted a hand to his head, blood pouring between his fingers as he yanked the candelabra free. Flesh tore as he pulled it out, revealing raw, pulsing muscle and bone beneath.

But then, right in front of me, his skull began to knit itself back together. Skin stretched over the bone, fresh and whole, like it hadn’t been shattered moments before.

That was when I lost it. I got up on my feet and ran, but he flew and caught me, straddling me. I thrashed beneath him, my hands pushing and clawing, trying to pry him off. But he was too strong. His weight pressed down on me, his claws digging into my skin. I kicked, punched—anything to get him off. Nothing worked.

Then, he let out a screech.

The sound was like nails scraping against glass, a sharp, piercing cry that rattled through my bones. His face—twisted and monstrous—shifted right in front of me, the skin peeling back to reveal something far worse than I could’ve imagined. The corners of his mouth split open, stretching unnaturallywide as rows of razor-sharp teeth were exposed, glistening with saliva.

But it was his mandibles that froze me in place. They flared out from the sides of his face, jagged and insect-like, snapping open and shut with a sickening sound. Thin strands of mucus hung between them, gleaming in the dim light. His whole face seemed to shift, his skin pulling back and splitting along the edges as if it could barely contain the raw, seething rage underneath.

His deep, glowing eyes locked onto mine, gleaming with hunger and reflecting nothing but darkness, as if he could see every fear and weakness inside me.His breath came in ragged, foul-smelling bursts, hot against my skin, mixing with the sound of his mandibles clicking together. His face looked less human with every second, like something out of a twisted nightmare—something that should have never crawled into this world.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My voice was trapped in my throat, my body locked in place by sheer terror. My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out everything else. The world around us blurred into nothing but him and the grotesque horror of his face.

I knew I was going to die.

And then... a noise.

It was distant, soft—like a door creaking open. The sound cut through the air, breaking the moment between us. The Creeper’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. He hissed, and with one final snarl, he launched himself off me. His wings sliced through with a powerful gust, knocking me back and sending me sprawling across the floor.

I lay there, gasping for breath, my body shaking uncontrollably as I watched the Creeper vanish into the dark hallway. His anger was like a living thing, radiating through the walls. I could hear the distant screams growing louder with every second, but I couldn’t move. My limbs felt frozen, paralyzed by fear. I tore down a curtain and wrapped it around myself, trying to cover my exposed body, trying to feel safe, but it didn’t work.

The sounds from the hallway—the horrifying mix of screams and something wet and tearing—made me nauseous. I didn’t want to know what was happening down there, didn’t want to see. But I couldn’t stop myself. My body, against every instinct, pushed me toward the door.

I peeked into the hallway.

Brian was there. The Creeper had him—his claws wrapped tight around Brian’s neck, lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing at all. Brian was kicking, flailing, his face flushed red from the effort to breathe. But what hit me hardest was the sheer panic in his eyes. That cocky, smug attitude he always had was gone. Now, he was just terrified. And, God, I felt a strange satisfaction rise in me, a dark twist of emotion as I watched the arrogance stripped away, leaving only his fear.

Then there was Alex. Poor Alex, frozen a few feet away, trembling. He was watching it all unfold, his body too rigid to move. I could see it in his face—the battle in his mind between wanting to save Brian and himself.

“Help me!” Brian choked out, his voice cracking with panic. He flailed his arm toward Alex, eyes wide and pleading. But when Alex didn’t move fast enough, Brian did the unthinkable. He pushed Alex forward, right into the Creeper’s path, offering him up like a sacrifice.

“Take him! Not me!” Brian screamed, his voice shrill, desperation dripping from every word.

The Creeper paused, his glowing eyes locking onto Alex. For a moment, it was as if everything went still. Then, in one horrifying motion, the Creeper’s claws slashed through the air, cutting deep into Alex’s chest.

Alex fought back, his hands flailing as he struck atthe Creeper with wild desperation, but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t let it happen. I lunged forward, my body acting before my mind could catch up. I threw myself between them, my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear the sound of my own scream.

The Creeper stopped, his claws hovering just inches from my face. His eyes flickered with something... maybe curiosity. He tilted his head, watching me like I was an insect pinned beneath his gaze. I held my breath, every nerve in my body screaming to run, but I couldn’t move. Alex was hurt, bleeding out beside me. He stumbled, clutching himself as blood poured from the deep gashes the Creeper had inflicted. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes wide with shock. Before he could even take another step, the Creeper’s claws lashed out again, this time striking him with brutal force.

Alex let out a choked cry as the creature's talons tore through his torso, ripping flesh and bone like paper. His body convulsed, a sickening gurgle escaping his throat. Blood sprayed across the floor, pooling beneath him as his legs gave way. He collapsed to the ground, his body twitching for just a moment before going completely still, lifeless.

The Creeper stood over him, panting, his glowing eyes shifting, watching the last bit of life drain from Alex's body.

I wanted to scream, but the sound died in my throat, trapped there by the horror of what was unfolding before me.

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