[Writing - In which Bilbo is a horrible person]/[NSFW]
It started after that fateful night in November. Sadako finally got herself to sleep and the nightmares began and got worse each night.
[HEY GUYS, DID I MENTION THIS NOT SAFE FOR WORK?]
She would be minding her own business when large arms grab her and drag her into a dark abyss. At first they were pale and cold as death. But when the dream returned, the state of them got worse. Tonight, reddish bone were peeking through and a few maggots crawled on the rotting skin. She tried not to breathe in the horrible smell that have been accompanying the arms lately but the smell prevails and she gags.
The arms would hold her down as a female voice laughs as Sadako struggles, "There's no use in resisting, child. It will only delay the inevitable."
She struggles beause she knows what will happen next.
A rotting hand lays itself on her chest, "You have something that belongs to me. I will have it back." It sinks in and grabs hold of something before ripping out what appears to be a small ball of blue fire as she screams a silent scream. It hurts so badly and she wants to wake up now before it gets worse. But the voice wont let her until it's finished with her tonight.
More arms come down to grab her legs and spreads them apart.
"You are mine. You always have been mine."
No. Please no. Nonononono!
No matter how hard she pleads, the arms continue having their way with her.
A skeletal finger enters her and would circle around and locate that one spot. More would follow as she screams in shame and pleasure. The hand that entered her chest earlier massages a breast, maggots losing their grip and landing on her skin. They crawl on her flesh aimlessly and as much as she gags in disgust, the dream continues.
Not even as she feels the sensation of something crawling inside her.
"I have claimed you since the beginning," says the voice as something enters her vision. For the first time in a month, she sees the face of her assailant.
It's rotting.
The face smiles wickedly and presses against her lips. A rancid tongue forces its way in and dominates hers. Its fingers refuse to stop thrusting at the same spot Yosuke's cock would also touch. Dead flesh chips away from the friction.
The thing seems pleased when Sadako comes.
--
Finally she wakes up and shakily looks at the clock. Its 5:30 AM. Daylight hasn't come yet.
She crawls into the shower and sobs as she tries to clean away the non-existent filth that still clings to her. The dream will return the next night, no matter how long she tries to stay awake. There's no delaying it.
--
It's mid-December and Ameno-Sagiri has been defeated at last. Its host, Tohru Adachi, rests against the TV as the Investigation Team waits for the police to arrive.
She catches him muttering, "Will the dreams stop now, I wonder?"
For her, they don't. Not until March when the arms drag her down to the dark for real.
[HEY GUYS, DID I MENTION THIS NOT SAFE FOR WORK?]
She would be minding her own business when large arms grab her and drag her into a dark abyss. At first they were pale and cold as death. But when the dream returned, the state of them got worse. Tonight, reddish bone were peeking through and a few maggots crawled on the rotting skin. She tried not to breathe in the horrible smell that have been accompanying the arms lately but the smell prevails and she gags.
The arms would hold her down as a female voice laughs as Sadako struggles, "There's no use in resisting, child. It will only delay the inevitable."
She struggles beause she knows what will happen next.
A rotting hand lays itself on her chest, "You have something that belongs to me. I will have it back." It sinks in and grabs hold of something before ripping out what appears to be a small ball of blue fire as she screams a silent scream. It hurts so badly and she wants to wake up now before it gets worse. But the voice wont let her until it's finished with her tonight.
More arms come down to grab her legs and spreads them apart.
"You are mine. You always have been mine."
No. Please no. Nonononono!
No matter how hard she pleads, the arms continue having their way with her.
A skeletal finger enters her and would circle around and locate that one spot. More would follow as she screams in shame and pleasure. The hand that entered her chest earlier massages a breast, maggots losing their grip and landing on her skin. They crawl on her flesh aimlessly and as much as she gags in disgust, the dream continues.
Not even as she feels the sensation of something crawling inside her.
"I have claimed you since the beginning," says the voice as something enters her vision. For the first time in a month, she sees the face of her assailant.
It's rotting.
The face smiles wickedly and presses against her lips. A rancid tongue forces its way in and dominates hers. Its fingers refuse to stop thrusting at the same spot Yosuke's cock would also touch. Dead flesh chips away from the friction.
The thing seems pleased when Sadako comes.
--
Finally she wakes up and shakily looks at the clock. Its 5:30 AM. Daylight hasn't come yet.
She crawls into the shower and sobs as she tries to clean away the non-existent filth that still clings to her. The dream will return the next night, no matter how long she tries to stay awake. There's no delaying it.
--
It's mid-December and Ameno-Sagiri has been defeated at last. Its host, Tohru Adachi, rests against the TV as the Investigation Team waits for the police to arrive.
She catches him muttering, "Will the dreams stop now, I wonder?"
For her, they don't. Not until March when the arms drag her down to the dark for real.