burned through her frantic thoughts when she saw the room lit with the scorching orange-red of lava, like living light somewhere near but out of direct sight. Hot sweat was already pouring from her body, trickling from her brow to chin, down her neck, from her armpits and from her very sides, and below.
It slid down her body from every pore, like salty tears.
Her sweat converged as if drawn together down to her toes before dripping off. The hot ground far below hissed and hungrily consumed every kiss of sweat it received. No visible source of white light was in this place. Only the faint, hellish red glows upon the misshapen walls.
No. She was wrong, she realized, as three hazy moving orbs of dark red with fiery bright accents which had been on the periphery of her vision before, now zoomed in and out of her line of sight.
"Aaaaarrrrggg," Cassie screamed as pain struck her body. And she remembered. As if she could truly forget such pain. "Stop! Please!" she pleaded.
How long have I been here? When did I get here? How is this happening again?
All she knew for a definite certainty was the pain—it grew sharper, hotter, and more painful. But, she didn’t know why or how.
A mist of multiple grays she hadn’t realized was surrounding her disappeared and reappeared without any apparent pattern until it eventually seemed to linger in front of her, gathering itself together into something more solid.
Not to be forgotten, the three fiery ruby orbs had brightened and now arranged themselves in a downward-pointing triangle to loom near her face. Her impression, between the moments of excruciating pain, was that the orbs were watching her.
No. Not again. Control it. Control—
She wretched again at the smell of putrid rotting flesh, and much of what she’d retched up – chocolate sprinkles and other chunky stuff she didn’t recall eating – disgustingly slid down her nude body. The only saving grace was her sweat, which was so profuse, ran in torrents down her and rinsed it down and off.
Oddly, Cassie didn’t actually recall that she had puked before, but somehow she knew she had vomited, again and again, for like the hundredth time.
How long could I’ve been here to do that, so many times? she wondered, her mind fuzzy with exhaustion, heat, and dehydration. How could I actually still vomit from an empty stomach?
What was it?! The fiery dark red orbs and the multi-layered grayness now abruptly formed a wraith-like figure with tentacled limbs before her. It spoke. To her. Its voice was painfully reverberating through her.
"Your reshishtansh ish foolishhh..." the tentacle wraith hissed, the sound slithered around painfully inside Cassie’s cunt. "I willsh break you!"
Cassie thrashed, cutting and bruising her wrists. Her shoulders felt disjointed, completely snapped apart. It was like her arms and shoulders were no longer a part of her abused body. Her battered shoulders were tightly stretched beyond their limits as they took the heavy strain of supporting her entire physical frame from the cave's slick ceiling as she hung suspended, entirely exposed and naked, drenched in her own sweat.
Her head and body again resonated to the monstrous monster’s mouthless voice. "Shpare yourshelf, foolishhh girrrrl," it taunted. "Giiive yourshelf to me!"
Cassie could hear her ragged panting, also hearing in her head its “voice”, piercing her mind with every syllable. She distinctly heard a slithery "ushhh" instead of "me."
"Giiive yourshelf—to ushhh!" the voice repeated.
Is… Is this a d-d-demon…?
Before her question could fully form in her mind, the mist rapidly lost its solid-like form, dispersing before it completely disappeared. The pointy, nail-like tips of its octopus-like, sucker tentacles the last thing that trailed out of her view. Even its three fiery red orbs disappeared, all in the blink of an eye. Her eyes darted about as best she could in her painful suspended position, trying to see if the monster,
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