More Nightmares

I opened my eyes but couldn’t see anything but a dark void in front of me. I tried to move but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even feel anything below my neck. Starting to panic, I glanced down though I struggled to move my head. My body was still there which gave me a second of relief, but that was fucking crushed when I saw her long arms wrapped around me. She was cuddling me like a doll.

“W-Wolf?” It was so hard to talk.

“Shh… It’s okay, I’ve got you,” she whispered as if that was fucking comforting in any way.

I wanted to ask what the fuck she was doing and tell her to get her god damn hands off me but between the growing panic and the difficulty of talking, all that came out was a few small squeaks.

“Easy now. We fought, remember?” She said, picking up on my confusion and fear. “We fought and you… got hurt.”

Suddenly, the memory of what happened flooded my mind. I lost, badly, and was left alive but paralyzed.

No no no

“K-kill… me” I wheezed in desperation and horror. I didn’t want to live like this, trapped with her and unable to even fucking move.

“No.” she responded “I told you what would happen if we fought, and I won. It didn’t have to be this way, but you insisted and now look at you.”

I tried to speak again, to beg her to let me die, but she hushed me.

“Shh, rest. I’ll try to fix you… eventually, but for now, I just want to hold you.”

I made another small squeak, but inside I was screaming.

Letting out a loud gasp, I woke up. My heart was pounding so hard that my chest hurt. I sat there, hyperventilating, drenched in sweat, and shivering in the cold car until I got myself back under control. The sun was starting to rise as I drove off in search of a gym, where I could get a shower and get my head together.  

Another night out

Since my last post Wolf and I have been busy working on something and, no, I’m not telling you what it is. Last night though, Wolf decided to go out hunting again, so I tried to go for another walk.

I stayed away from the woods this time, sticking to the city streets instead. Like last time, I wandered aimlessly for a while until a homeless dude stopped me to ask for change. I gave him a few dollars and was about to get moving again when the sound of shouting caught my attention. I followed the noise to a shitty bar. Outside, a skeet was yelling at the bouncer, while a couple of his buddies were standing around. Apparently, the idiot had been thrown out and wasn’t too happy about it. I watched him rant until he finally turned around and noticed me.

“What the fuck are you looking at?!” he yelled.

“A little bitch who just had his ass handed to him by a bouncer,” I responded with a smirk.

He didn’t seem to like that very much as he started storming towards me.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me.” I said, before slipping into a nearby alley.

I could hear him running after me, with the other two following close behind.

Turning to face them, I grinned.

“You brought friends! Great!” 

A look of confusion crossed the idiot’s face, but he didn’t stop.

“No problem faggot” he snarled as he grabbed my shirt with one hand and took a swing at my face with the other.

Before it could connect, I let my seams go, allowing my mouth to drop open wide enough for his fist to fit. He screamed as I bit down, frantically trying to pull his hand free. He only got part of it back. The taste and scent of his blood was thrilling but I spat out the rest of his hand. As he staggered away in shock, his friend came at me with a broken bottle that had been laying on the litter covered ground. He tried to stab me with it, but I sidestepped out of the way. Grabbing his arm with one hand, I slammed my other into his elbow. It was his turn to scream as it broke, but I shut him up with a claw across the throat. With him bleeding out, I looked around for the third guy, only to see him running away. Clearly, this was the brains of the group. I could have chased him, or sent out a tentacle to drag him back, but since he hadn’t attacked me, I let him go.  

Looking back to the first guy, I saw him sitting on the ground. He was huddled up against a wall and hyperventilating as he stared at what was left of his hand.

“Please don’t kill me, man” he whimpered. Unfortunately for him, the taste of his blood was still in my mouth, and I wanted more. With one hand, I dragged him up by his shirt. Pushing the palm of my free hand under his chin, I fired a tentacle through it and up into his brain.   

Coming home, I was greeted by the sight of Wolf's latest victim. Her severed head was suspended in the air and sliced vertically into sections like the world’s most brutal biological exhibit. Looking closer, I saw the woman’s eyes darting around frantically in their separate sections. She was still alive.

Wolf obviously knew that she could hang on to someone in her stomach, but apparently, she wanted to see if her control over this place would allow her to keep them outside of herself and in such an extreme state “just in case”.   

I always thought her “art” was fucked up, and looking at what she had done, I still felt that old repulsion. This time, however, it was mixed with… awe.