2 comments/ 12444 views/ 2 favorites Rose Red in Darkness Ch. 01 By: sididis *This is the first part of a developing erotic horror story, which started as an online conversation, with the girl of my dreams who eventually turned out to be like the stuff of dreams only an unrealised fantasy. With her in mind I am writing this tale. I welcome any criticism, editorial comments or storyline ideas * * The black Jaguar snarled a metal roar as it tore up the miles, its bright headlights pushing the big car through the darkness of the twisting country lanes. Bridgette sneaked another look under her eyelashes at him, the cool collected driver controlling the metal monster deftly as they took another sharp turn down another stone walled lane. She didn't quite know what it was about this guy, but from the moment they met online she'd seemed to be drawn to him. Perhaps it was his looks, long thick black hair, pale white skin, high cheekbones and dark smouldering eyes, but she was sure there was more to it than just simple attraction. Maybe the way he spoke to her: as if she was a young woman and not a child. She was flattered without a doubt, she knew he was flirting with her and she had flirted back eagerly. Something at the back of her mind did wonder what he was getting out of their flirtatious chat. What could he possibly get out of this?. He was obviously a lot older, even though quite handsome. She almost imagined it being how her mother had described one of her many affairs. "He simply took my breath away, Bridgette, dear sweet; sweet Rivera." she'd say. Stupid woman, imagine being taken in so badly by some bloke who didn't even stick around. He was gone before the end of the night, her big sis Eve was proof of that. She's seen it all, geeky goth girl that she is. She was only two when her mother had her first illicit fling, now seventeen going on twenty; she was looking for some excitement of her own. The moon shone whitely through scudding clouds, half crescent, they slowed down, gravel crunching under the heavy tires. "Ah, we're finally here, welcome my dear Bridgette" Ahead of them under the bright lights of the car a pair of high heavy gates began to silently swing inward, revealing a cobbled driveway threading through an avenue densely lined with pine trees.. "Welcome to Harbinger House." The car started forward again and as they rounded a curve in the drive the house revealed itself to her, a pale Victorian apparition large and white, huge in fact 3 storeys high at least, she thought, but in the gloom she could quite make out how high it actually went. He brought the car to a final halt, got out and opened her door for her. As her feet touched the cobblestones she felt something electric go through her, like the house acknowledging my presence she thought, and then shook her head at the silliness. Bridgette was an elegant young woman of seventeen, with exquisite long red hair. The full emerald green skirt and black bustier she wore contrasted with the flame above. Red wisps were playfully tugged at by the sudden night breeze, she now wished she had tied back, but she soon found herself loving feel of the cool air combing through her stray locks; so free. It carried with it the heady scent of pine, and looking up she suddenly realised that what she'd taken to be just an avenue of trees was actually a forest, dark and brooding, standing proud around the white tombstone of the manor . Dropping her bags and walking slowly over to the nearest trees she found her way barred by a high wrought iron fence. Pressing her face to the cold railings she peered through, into the darkness. Hearing the spiky susurrus, breathing the heavy pine fragrance, exhaling slowly. "I love it" she whispered to herself unaware that Matthias was standing watching her. He stepped out of the dark shadows. "Now that pleases me to hear" he moved closer to the fence reaching for her hand. Bridgette took his hand it felt cool and dry and strong, and nodded bashfully at him, cursing herself in her thoughts for reacting so stupidly. She smiled back at him and tried to turn to fetch her bags but he didn't let go of her hand. Don't concern yourself, Jefferies will see to them. "Jefferies?" she looked around puzzled. As if on cue, the portico at the front of the house blazed into yellow light, a tall incredibly thin figure stood silhouetted against the amber glow. He moved toward them, with a weird jerky sort of motion, a picture of a stick insect or chameleon popped into her mind. Close up Jeffries was even weirder, sallow skin over deep hollowed eyes, he was dressed in some archaic notion of a uniform, and close up smelled strongly of mothballs. He was looking at her as if she were a mud spattered mongrel about to roll on a Persian carpet, cold shivers down her spine. Long fingered hands extended to swoop up her bags, and then the accusatory gaze was withdrawn and with a twist of his head, he jerked away towards the house, bags in hand. "Well...he's ..unusual," she finished lamely. "Came with house, general butler, handyman and what have you, takes a bit of getting used to I admit, what can you do?" He smiled. But don't concern yourself, he won't get in your way." His hand gave hers, a reassuring clench, "Come, let me show you my home, I'm sure you'll find it fascinating." Hand in hand they strolled to the portico, as they approached she suddenly began to realise just how big his place was. His voice telling her a little about its history, faded to a drone she was suddenly more aware of the tangible presence of the house itself, again something like an electric charge travelled through her, intensifying slightly as they ascended the portico steps. " And that brings us to the here and now." Matthias concluded. Heavy dark wooden doors easily 8 feet high opened noiselessly at his touch and then they were across the threshold. He heels clacked quite loudly on the black and white tiles covering the floor of the hallway From here, a twin staircase of black marble bordered by wrought iron balustrades rose to the floors above. A gigantic chandelier rode in the gap between the staircases emitted a soft yellow glow. Doors branched off to her left and right , through one of them she could make out what looked to be a study, she could see a large writing table with a big computer on it and she wondered if this was where he sat on the many nights they chatted online. Tilting her neck she tried to follow the staircase's ascent. "You have a beautiful home Matthias, just how big is this place?" "That Bridgette, you can find that out yourself, you're more than welcome to explore it all while you are here, during the course of your, 'erm investigations." at this he winked slightly. "Now I've had your room prepared for you," taking her hand he led her up the first flight of stairs. "I think you'll enjoy it", Arriving at a door to the left of the first floor landing he produced a key on a violet ribbon and proceeded to unlock the door. It swung inwards revealing a bedroom luxuriously laid out in various lilac shades heavy silks and taffeta bedecking a large four-poster bed. Swinging the key on its ribbon from his index finger he proffered it to her with a slight bow. "This room the Gwendolyn suite, is now your own, you can lock it and no one will disturb you. Unless, he paused "You want them to?" Accepting the key, she felt a sudden shock at how feminine she felt in his presence. He made her feel like a woman and she liked that feeling, adored not being treated like a child, and adored him. Or at least what she knew of him. "If you need anything during the nights, my room is at the end of the corridor to your right. If I am not downstairs that is where I will be; and you are welcome anytime dear B." His hand rested on her lower back guiding her through the door. His touch was sensual even though he remained still, she could feel his fingers circling, caressing her flesh through the fabric of her coat. Feeling a little light headed she allowed herself to go where he led, nearly tripping over her bags in the process. He gripped her arm stabilizing her, his grip sure and firm making her melt, feel safe. Something she wasn't used to at all. Feeling a sense of gratitude, she leaned in to kiss him on his cheek, but as her mouth approached he turned his head quickly to receive her kiss on his mouth instead. Her lips tingled as they met his. Time stopped, her senses reeling, no-one had ever kissed her like that before and she was surprised at how suddenly she had become aroused. Their lips parted and she almost let out a sigh but managed to contain herself. "Well then, if there is nothing else," he said casually. "I bid you adieu for the time being. I do believe a light repast will be served in an hour or so, in the meanwhile please make yourself at home, those drawers there are empty should you wish to unpack." With that he walked out of the room, whistling softly. Closing the door behind him, Bridgette's knees were suddenly jelly. She collapsed onto the bed her heart racing. What was that man doing to her, she didn't normally feel like this with other guys, god her knickers were actually moist. He was proving to be a lot more than she had ever expected. She had met this mysterious individual on a website her sister had introduced her to, he'd been intelligent, witty, incisive. she remembered their conversations online. Bridgette was a witch in her own right. She believed in the supernatural and if ghosts and ghoulies existed then it was common sense to assume that vampires and other paranormal creatures did also. Her emphatic belief in the existence of supernatural forces and creatures had seemed to amuse him. His questions while sometimes glib seemed to hint of a deeper knowledge, knowledge she herself felt drawn to. As their debate blazed across the ether, she began to feel he was provoking her to find the truths. In the end she just ask him flat out "You seem to know so bloody much. How do you know "they" exist?" his answer when it arrived nearly knocked her off her seat. "Because I've seen them, and you can too, the evidence you seek is very close to where I live." He then proceeded to offer to let her visit him and see for herself. And here she was miles from bloody nowhere alone with a perv, albeit a handsome one and his oddly shaped manservant. Suddenly a bit panicked, she got up and went to the closed the door and locked it. She was seventeen, not stupid; she thought. For reassurance she reached into her pack she and pulled out wicked looking knife, releasing it from its sheath she turned it watching the light catch on its sharp double edges. It was a ritual dagger, she'd always supposed it magical since the day she had found it in an old antique store in Brighton. Whenever she picked it up, it settled in her hand like it was made for it, the metal felt warm to touch, it always had, even on the coldest of nights. Finding the harness that fitted the sheath she proceeded to lift her skirts and strap the knife to her thigh. Thus armed she began to unpack the more unusual items, her candles, a chalice, pentagram and some black velvet. She had found a small circular table next to the bed "perfect" she said aloud. Taking it over to the end of the bed, she began setting up her altar. . A knock at the door startled her "yes" she called out laughing at herself. "Some food is ready when you are, my dear," came the smooth reply. "Ok thanks" was all she replied. She knew she had to keep an eye on this one, he wasn't like anyone she had ever met before. She could see in his eyes the deepness that seemed to pull at her every time their gazes locked. After carefully locking her door she hung the key on its ribbon between her breasts and set off downstairs. After one or two wrong turns she eventually found herself at the dining room. Her arrival was announced by the chiming of an ornate looking grandfather clock. Its chimed bonged out an ominous seven times before it fell silent. Candles in a central candelabrum illuminated the long dining table at the end of which lounged Matthias, playing with a silver fork. At the opposite end of the room was a large fireplace in which a fire crackled cheerily several comfortable chairs were laid out in front of it. The smell of food played made her realise just how hungry she was. Matthias rose and offered her a chair beside him. Ladylike she thanked him and sat as he drew her chair in for her and took his own seat. "You're so full of shit, ya know that" Bridgette gestured to her host. She carefully watched his face, expressionless he replied "How's so?" "All this my dear and treat you like a lady coz I'm a gentleman stuff. No-one does that anymore" she smirked. "They do if they have any decency." came his calm reply. Any retort she may have offered was ended by the clank and clatter arrival of Jefferies wheeling in a food trolley. It was piled high with slightly tarnished silver salvers, the trolley appeared to have a dodgy wheel because it squeaked as it crossed the room. Jefferies drew the trolley to a shuddering halt and began tossing salvers onto the table, which proceeded to make an awful racket as they bumped and skidded across the table. The food although there was a lot of it was not very good, undercooked or burned salty or unseasoned, it was as if the chef hadn't sampled any of the dishes before serving them, however the bread butter and cheeses that she found were all acceptable so she loaded up on them. Matthias she noted didn't seem to appreciate the food either pushing it around his plate with a fork or hardly touching any of it. To accompany the meal she had a choice of red wine or water. After sampling the wine and finding it slightly vinegary she resorted to the water which was cool lovely. Matthias sat silently watching her eat, a slight smile across his face, watching her expressions of distaste. He waited until she had finished chewing the last morsel on her plate before saying. "I apologise for the quality of the food, I know Jeffries does his best but between you and me I don't think cooking is his forte' I much prefer to go down to the village for a bite to eat." "Oh there's a village close by?" she asked, feeling slightly relieved. "I didn't see one when we were driving in." "That's because I took a short cut, but you are more than welcome to accompany me on my next foray down there." Now I think we should clear your palette I've just the right thing to make you forget all about that dismal repast. I think I have a Courvoisier somewhere. So saying he crossed to a large oak dresser, and pulled out a decanter and two brandy snifters. Deftly pouring into each, he strode over to her and offered her a glass. She took it attentively and they went sat by the large open fire. She cradled it in her hands. The cognac filled her senses its fumes reaching her brain even before she'd taken her first sip, it was sharp to taste, not like her normal beverage but it gave her a warming glow. As she sat looking at the flames she could became aware of just how loud the grandfather clock behind her seemed to be ticking. She took another small sip, and noticed him looking at her with a studied gaze. What? She asked catching his eye. "Oh nothing, well I was just thinking how fetching you looked in the firelight, with your red hair you look like something elemental, I was quite taken a back I admit." She smiled Why thank you that's nice of you to say" Actually she had been thinking how good he looked with the glow of the fire pouring over him small reflections glistened in his thick dark hair. His eyes caught small flames and burned into her. Her breathing picked up a pace and she could fee a bead of sweat on her upper lip. The tick-tocking of the clock intruded again That's a very load clock you have there.. she gulped. "Is it? I have to say I'd never noticed, but now that you mention it, it does seem quite loud." She listened along with him, the room still but for the occasional crackle of the fire and the repetitive ticking of the clock. In fact as she concentrated on it, it seemed to get rapidly louder, Tick-Tock! Tick-Tock! She felt herself start to sway her head, her eyes felt heavy, the room started to tilt, lights started to flicker in front of her eyes and then she just collapsed and fell into darkness. She woke with a jolt. A cool chill crept down her back. Looking around Matthias was nowhere on sight. She checked her watch, 10.30pm "damn" she muttered. I must've dropped off she thought to herself. The flames of the fire burned low and steady but still a cold wind caressed her skin. "Why didn't he wake me?, Where did he go? Has someone left a window open? Questions, questions; questions. They played over and over in her mind. Rising she saw the front door was wide open in the hallway. Again she looked around for any sign of life. The fire hissed and crackled at her. Still clutching the quarter full glass of brandy she noticed she'd hardly touched it at all. Flicking the remaining contents into the living light, it roared a brilliant blue eager and energy. Bridgette ventured out into the night. Dark clouds gave an impression of a roofed closeness. Scanning the area from where she stood she had a few choices. Go back inside and wait which Bridgette dismissed quickly, there was no fun in it and she waited for no-one. Instead she had the choice, to head towards the sea or the forest. "Hum which to choose" she mused. Her mind was made up when for a brief moment she saw a flicker of light out in the forest. "Forest it is "she half said to herself. Reflexively she touched her thigh the warm metal of her blade through her skirt. She had begun to feel ill at ease "Get it together B" she said out loud "It's not like you haven't been alone in a forest at night before". But that was the point, her mind reminded her she was not alone. Matthias was somewhere out there. Nerves steeled and resolved she set off locating a gate in the fence she opened it with a rusty squeal and made her way into the dark network of trees. Although she was no stranger to making her way through dense woodland at night, still it was tough going. Every childhood fairytale of dark evil woods and the perils within them flashed across her mind. Roots and fallen branches sought to slow her progress, needles snagged at her hair. Suddenly she could see firelight through the trees Ahead the trees opened to the sky above. Flaming torches encircled and accentuated a clearing in the trees, the ground here was quite flat as if the area had been used for ritual for many years, large boulders demarked key points there was order to their placement this clearing was no accident of nature. The torches created pools of warm light, from her vantage point she could see Matthias. He stood with his dressed in a heavy dark blue velvet robe his back to here, as still as the circle of stones that ringed him. The centre of the clearing was made up of a single slab of stone, black as the night itself. She could see it had been covered with what she took to be throws of furs. Bridgette strained to get a better look. "You can see much clearer from in here." came Matthias's voice, smooth and rich. Bridgette could almost feel it caress her. Knowing there was no way she could go back into the forest without him hearing her she bravely entered the lit area. As he turned to watch her, she could see his robe was tied with a woven sash of gold, silver and white. Bridgette recognised the sash immediately. "Oh I didn't realise you were a practitioner as well." "Well I like to keep my hand in so to speak" At this she became alert, this man's temerity would never cease to surprise her, the sash told her his occultism was no mere dalliance. It denoted a person who had mastered the 3rd initiation rites of Wicca. Something not that easy to achieve as she well knew. Thinking back she should have known he was into something like herself. Rose Red in Darkness Ch. 01 "You left me asleep, and didn't think to wake me?" her question almost an accusation. "Did not the cool breeze assist in your arousal?" again Matthias's words held more than what was actually spoken. Bridgette cleared her throat "You said you would show me proof of vampires" her voice was stern. She felt as if he was toying with her and she was in no mood to be a mouse to his cat. "I shall but first you must undergo the correct rituals...for your own protection, you understand. What you've read in books and see in the movies is nothing but public fantasy to their true abilities". Bridgette had to concede to this as it made complete sense. "Ok, what do I need to do?" "We must be sky clad" he said directly "I trust you have no problem with that?". Again he tested her she thought. "Er no.." she retorted Thinking tat if all this was just a elaborate plan to get her naked she was going to teach him a thing or two about occult and ritual, and the penalties for making light of the Craft. She bent down to undo her shoes well aware of the fact that he was checking out her butt. Stepping out of them she felt the cool dew cover grass beneath her feet. This was how she felt most comfortable in touch with The Mother. Thus empowered he quickly unbuttoned her bustier, he eyes did not waver from her once they seemed to take note of her every movement. "You like an eyeful mate?" she though as she reached to unclasp her bra "Get a load of these." Her pale breasts came free, the night air raising goose flesh across her suddenly exposed skin. Released to the night air, her pink nipples puckered almost immediately, raising to points. He nodded approvingly, but said nothing. Her skirt followed and then it was just down to her panties. His eyes strayed over every inch of her as she stood before him naked, she could see his eyes drawn to the silver dagger strapped to her thigh. "Come on " she mused "Let's hear what you have to say about this?" His smile widened. "This rose has a thorn I see, so noted. But..." he pointed to her panties "Sky clad, is sky clad, please remove them." "You first!" she countered, hands on hips. "As you wish." Matthias let his gaze wander over pert form for a moment more and then proceeded to undo his sash and let heavy velvet slide to his feet. Her eyes feasted, he had a taught body well developed but not excessive, nipple rings on both nipples, celtic interlaced tattoos adorned his side from chest to flank, his manhood although at rest was sizable she was glad to see him neatly trimmed, she hated guys with unruly pubic forests. On reflection though it was, she had to admit, a daunting organ. For a moment her heart stopped in her chest. 'Oh well,' she thought 'Fair is fair.' and hooked her thumbs under her panty straps she pulled them down and kicked them off, a shiver ran through her as the night air ruffled her short pubic curls. Smiling, He held out his hand to her and she took hold of it. Together they entered what she discovered to be a second inner circle of smaller white stones. He reached down and picked up an object from the ground, with a quick twist of his wrist a curved blade was revealed in the moonlight. "Oh shit" She, reached for her own but paused as he began to merely traced in the in front of him air with his knife. "The doorway be closed "he called out strong and defiantly. He replaced the sliver of steel within its sheath and turned to face her. Her eyes wide and her breath was shallow, he could see he had scared her if only for the briefest of moments. "You know all doorways must be closed I'm sure". He let go of her hand and walked passed her. Steeling herself as she turned. "So what is it I need to do?" " "The supplicant lays upon the altar in the Goddess position, legs and arms outstretched , palms towards the sky, and the face turned up to the heavens." his voice more a command than instruction. She did as she was told. The contrast between the lush dense comfort and warmth of the furs and the cold stone felt weird to her as she adjusted her limbs accordingly. The air all around her was warm and still, she knew magick was building. The formalities dispensed with, it was now time for business. She had gone along with him thus far. Now he had to piss or get off the pot. She was going to see proof vampires existed, or he was going to have some serious explaining to do. The soft furs caressed her supple skin, she liked the feeling and made a mental note to get some of her own. "May the Lords and Ladies of nature bless this child, close her eyes he whispered". Her heart skipped when she noticed he held a small chalice. "Its oil, purely ceremonial "he answered her silent question. Closing her eyes she could hear his voice softly chanting in what she presumed was Latin or something of the like. She could feel liquid pour across her eyes, wrists and ankles. She had done a similar ritual when she had blessed herself. "Eyes for seeing truth, hands for working the Goddesses will, and feet for walking in her footsteps." Stands to reason he would be doing something similar. There was silence. A pause for a time. Bridgette lay open to the stars, as she looked to see where he was and what he was doing she found only darkness. She couldn't open her eyes and when she moved to wipe the oil from them she found her wrists had been pinned and she was unable to move. Fear crept in, she tried to twist and pull her hands and feet tree only to find them stuck fast. "Matthias, Matthias? What's happening?" her heart pounded as her breath quickened. "Shhhh" came a slow hiss in her ear "My dear, what's happening is just what you asked for, proof." She strained against her unseen bindings, her heart pounding wildly "I can't see, and I can't move" "Are you afraid?" His voice daring her to continue "No" she mumbled. 'No,' she thought. 'I'm not scared.' "Just pissed I was not told". "Then you are not ready" his reply tormenting. As Bridgette opened her mouth to continue her breath was caught short. There was a hiss as removed the blade from it holster on her thigh. "What you doing? Hey what?" She heard a low growl close to her ear, and then his weight as he climbed on top of her to sit astride. She became all too aware of her nakedness. The sharp tip of her own blade began to trace patterns of fire about her breasts. Her breath raced "Damn it" she thought to herself. "You've fucked up big time". She could feel his heat against her body. Though he did not have his whole weight upon her she could feel he was resting. "What are you doing?, get off me" she shouted. "Aw my dear, I thought you wished to have evidence of vampires?" He lifted himself off of her and unable to move or see him he was lost to her. Until she felt his warm breath caress the inside of her thigh. "What are you doing Matthias?" she demanded. Her answer came in the reply of his tongue as it warmly investigated her bare flower. Her sharp intake of breath brought a pleasing growl from Matthias it seemed that whatever horrors he had planned he was going to have a little fun with her first. He began to feed upon her hungrily, lapping at her thighs and lips. Bridgette's mind was a hurricane of mixed emotions; she wanted to scream out, lash out but did not want him to stop. Everything was so erotic and charged as his tongue flicked, licked and teased her throbbing wet clit. Her arousal grew more and more, a moan escaped her lips and she cursed herself for signalling her acceptance of his actions. Soon she felt herself begin to tighten "Gods" she thoughts, 'I'm gonna cum.' It was as if he knew and could read her body. He stopped abruptly. And again she let slip a gasp of pleasure. "Don't stop "She breathed. "Do you want more my dear?" His reply washed over her bare skin "Yes, yes don't stop" she almost pleaded. "You're doing well but you have one more river to cross before then, do you accept this?" "Yes! Fuck! Whatever!" she groaned through clenched teeth, her frustrated pussy sending urgent signals of demand through her whole body. There was a rush of something through air and then "Crack" a sharp sting whipped across her pert erect nipples. She literally lifted off the slab at that muscles straining in shock. "Crack!" again the sting whipped across her breasts, the rush of pain travelling through her. It was abuse, but what surprised her more was the way it was arousing her. "What did you say my dear?" his voice teasing. "Don't stop" she managed to whisper. "I'm sorry my dear, I did not hear you?" "Don't stop" she said louder. "As you wish." Rushing wind then , "Crack!" Each lash painful, stinging, deeply sexual. With each stroke she felt a mixture of raw, sexual want and fear. The punishment seemed to last for an eternity she rode the pain wave going a little higher with each application of the lash. Then suddenly a pause followed by a rattle as he put something down. Then just as suddenly then he was on top of her again, she felt his tongue then tracing each line while his fingers began to massage her moist nether lips, inside and out. She could feel each knuckle as his fingers entered her,, first two then three then she just lost count, her pussy walls spasming in delight. The night air was still around her, the stillness shattered by her desperate gasps and moans of pleasure. As the intrusion continued she felt herself completely surrendering to it wanting the bliss to continue but needing desperately to achieve climax. He continued to work her gaping pussy into a froth of ecstasy, stroking deeply into her with his cupped fingers. And finally she knew she'd arrived "Oh, God Yesss!" she hissed and gasped as wave after wave of rapture shook her body. She pulled taught against her restraints, bucking her ass high off the furs as her climax took her. "Thank you thank you she murmured, her body utterly spent, "Oh fuck, that was fantastic." Matthias gave a low chuckle, "And what my dear sweet Bridgette ever led you to presume that we were done yet?" Her heart fluttered in her chest, God after that how much more could she take? She felt him climb on top of her his manhood very erect and feeling quite sticky as he pressed against her stomach. And then it was moving down towards her very wet and very open pussy. In her mind she knew this was rape, but her body overrode her fears, all she wanted was to have him rooted in her as deep as he could go. She felt his hard cool penis lodged for a moment at her outer lips and then as if he knew exactly what she needed he pushed forward thrusting his entire length into her with one complete motion. . 'This isn't happening,' she tried to reason with herself, 'how could I have been so...' Matthias as he thrust himself into her without warning, deeper and deeper. She cried out half in desperation, half out of pure animalistic lust. He kept slamming into her his own gasps she could now hear, her body shaking off its post-climactic torpor and began to respond, her pussy walls slick and pulsing around his cock. She moved to meet him on each stroke, feeling another tidal wave of cum building; she was so very, very close. Then that strange almost electrical charge, she knew from before went through her, she started feeling it but not knowing what it was. As Matthias penetrated her again she heard a a weird slurping noise and Matthias' voice saying "What the fuck?" she felt him panicking, trying to pull out of her, and suddenly his cock exiting her gasping well with a wrench and an audible pop. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" Matthias screaming, ruby lightning flashed in front of her eyes , and then nothing. "Matthias?" She queried , her voice trembling in the sudden lingering silence. She instinctively knew she'd been abandoned, left spread-eagled, tie down by herself all, in the dark, feeling empty, slightly ashamed and very much alone. She became aware of a couple a factors, firstly she no longer felt night air on her naked skin, in its stead a fetid warmth like that of an orchid house like the one she'd often visited at Kew Gardens. But in place of the delicate aroma of orchids they was a rank fetidness, the smell of carrion and tar and over this the distinct smell of blood and a lot of it. Gagging she began to retch and unconsciously began to raise her hands to her mouth. Then the realisation that she was still magickally bound to that fucking rock. She thrust against her bindings angry and confused, only this time she could move; she was free. Opening her eyes it took a few moments for her sight to return back to normal. The smell was vile, filling her nostrils, she almost retched. Looking around taking in her surroundings she found that she was no longer outside on the stone slab, but in the house. Only it was very different, the walls were bloody red and pink, oozing fluid glistening in the fire light. She knew she was in the dining room because she was lying on the floor by the fire, a large fur rug beneath her. The fire; burning a chemical green flame roared, laughing at her. The walls seemed to be moving, breathing as if a heart was beating within them. "What the fuck...?" Bridgette said aloud hoping she would somehow wake up from this horrid nightmare. When she tried to rise, her legs still weak and shaky, she was wet, and had cum so hard that she ached inside. Her bare feet were met with a coat of black slime which now carpeted the floor and the sound of a growl like laughter filled the room, pounding in her ears. She ran trying to remember the directions to her room, she had to get there barricade it create her own circle of protection and then try and figure a way out of this mess. She raced up the stairs taking two at a time Upon reaching her room she yanked the key from around her neck, found the lock and turned the key after some panicked fumbling and finally got the door open. Diving in she slammed and quickly locked it behind her. And scrabbled for her magickal equipment, she began to draw a circle, hoping to hell she'd remembered the words to the protection spell correctly. It was as she was making the final casts she caught sight of her reflection in the tall mirror that stood across from her in the corner of the room. She froze hardly recognizing the naked figure in the mirror. She no longer looked like herself, her eyes sunken, skin pale bloody and bruised. Slashes across her stomach and breast, gashes on her thighs. The sound of the laughter returned, this time thicker, louder bouncing off the walls, then she saw something dark loom up behind her reflection in the mirror. Time seemed to stop, "Run get out of there!" she tried to mentally will the figure to not be there. The dark shape loomed, slimey and massive, twisted and slug like. "Oh shit its behind me!" and turning her head to look over her shoulder she saw it; and screamed.