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“Did you miss me?” the monster snarled, gripping my throat with one hand, while pushing my thighs apart with the other. “I’m afraid it’s only a flying visit to tie up some loose ends. But I couldn’t resist paying my little munchkin a visit.”
I tried to respond, but I couldn’t see or speak or breathe or move.
Helpless, I flailed on the ground, as the sound of a zipper opening and leaves crunching beneath me filled my ears.
“Have you been a good girl, munchkin?”
I could feel his claws tearing at my underwear.
“Goddammit, why’d you have to be on the rag!”
Oh no, no, no, no, no!
“Fuck it; we can pretend like it’s our first time.”
My body braced itself for the pain I remembered would come next.
“Let’s see if your tight, little body remembers me.”
When it did come, and the monster impaled me, it hurt almost as bad as the first time.
“Pity you’ve grown up so much.”
When I was five.
“I miss how you used to look.”
Grunting and groaning, the monster punished me over and over until my body grew weak.
“Cry, bitch. You know it makes me hard.”
His hand left my throat, and I heaved out a pained cry.
“I said cry, you little whore.”
I cried harder, desperately trying to gather the strength and breath to scream. “Hu…gh…”
“Does Saint Hugh know what a dirty, little whore you are?” the monster snarled, destroying me from the inside out. “Does he know all the ways I’ve had you, munchkin?”
“Hugh,” I screamed, louder now, as I fought to push him off me and wake up. “Hugh!”
“He’ll never have your firsts, munchkin. All of those belong to me,” the monster taunted, gripping my throat tighter than before. “My seed will always be the first to have grown inside you.” He laughed cruelly then. “Does your precious Hugh know that? Huh? Have you been a bad girl while I’ve been gone and told your hero boyfriend about our little arrangement?” He impaled my body so hard I bit my tongue. “Do I need to take care of him like I took care of Caoimhe?”
Shuddering violently, I shook my head over and over while blood filled my mouth and tears fell from my eyes.
“You better hope he never finds out.” Hissing out a sharp breath, the monster grunted loudly and then collapsed on top of me, finally growing still.
My body grew limp beneath his, and I quietly prayed for one of two things to happen: either to die right then or wake up, because I honestly couldn’t take another second of this.
“I have a present for you, a little keepsake to remind you of the filthy whore you are. I’ll leave them right here,” he whispered in my ear, shoving something into the waistband of my skirt. “If you think about screwing me over, I’ll make sure Biggs knows just how big of a whore his little girlfriend is.” The monster laughed cruelly and used both hands to squeeze my throat. “And then I’ll kill him…”
Even in my dream, I lost consciousness. When I finally woke up, I remained perfectly still, not daring to move a muscle out of fear of jinxing myself and passing out again.
Numb, I just laid on my back for a long time, staring at the late-evening sky. How long I’d been asleep, I couldn’t say, but ithad to have been several hours because the sun was much lower in the sky.
Turning my head to the side, I stared into the woods and felt a tear trickle down my cheek when a red deer took a tentative step out from behind a tree less than ten feet from where I was lying.
The deer watched me with me with wide, unblinking, brown eyes.
