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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, WISCONSIN
MANDELA COUNTY POST STATION
DATE: 6th of July 2006
FROM: ///
TO: ///
Mom.
I need you to pick me up this Friday, please. I can't wait until June. I need to get out of here. This whole county is fucking sick, mom!
There are old men running around the streets screaming at us to turn off our TV’s. Talking about demons and the downfall of christianity. Please, these people are crazy! If I have to, I'll pay for the gas! I will!
People are dying in their homes and children are disappearing. I think there is some kind of murderer going around. I’m so fucking scared, I’m crying as I write this. Please, mom. I can't stay here anymore. I can't. The people are crazy. I haven't seen the sun in weeks. Everybody in this place looks sick. There is nobody to call! The police department is gonna close and I know for a fact that the murder rates will rise, once the last few people of law enforcement will quit their jobs. Not even the police can help anymore. Nobody can!
Mom, the closest department is half an hour away. I hate the people and I especially hate my fucking shitty run-down two room apartment, which happened to be set right next to a psychopath demon-enthusiast! The water tastes like shit and I’ve been having nightmares since I’ve stayed. They cut off the wifi and are now going around destroying televisions. My door lock isn't safe.
I can't do this. I can't, mom. I really can’t.
I miss you. I miss home. Please get me out of here. I’m so scared.
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I just arrived home after bringing the letter to the post station. Despite it being summer, the evenings in Mandela County are cold. No surprise, when the sky is dark-gray all the time. I can't shake off the feeling that I’m being followed. I always feel this way when walking through these empty streets.
Thinking about the post station, I remember the strange conversation I overheard. It was in the package room between two men, talking about having to check all sent out packages and letters. It unnerved me, but I maybe misheard. I do think that the name of one of them was Caesar. Made me want a salad. I laugh at my own thoughts.
Before I know it, I’ve already arrived at the front door of my tiny temporary apartment. Right after I enter the hallway, I make sure that the door has been locked twice and that my curtains are closed. My clothes are uncomfortable and cheap. I take them off and throw them onto the floor.
Just as I am about to grab my pyjamas, I hear a loud knocking on my door. Not on my front door, no. On my bedroom door. My heart drops to my pants and my heartbeat quickens rapidly. I don't move an inch, eyes locked on the closed door. I see the doorknob turn, painfully slow.
I lock eye contact with it and sob suddenly. I sob so loudly and try to back away, crawling backwards onto my bed, trying to escape into the walls. It walks toward me as I curl myself into a ball. So fast that I can't see, it rips my bra off, throwing it onto the pile of my other clothes. It scraped my skin, leaving a slight sensation of sharp pain on my chest.
I want to say something as it climbs onto the bed, cornering me. I try to protest, to find the words, but all I manage is to shake my head. I watch it straddle my legs, towering over me now. Both my hands are on its chest, attempting to keep up the distance between us. It doesn't seem to care a lot.
It quickly pulls me into some kind of hug, placing its arms around my back, locking me in place. My whole body is shaking and I feel some strange slimy thing pull around my underwear, until finally pushing it to the side. Its tip is resting against my hole. I can feel a terrifyingly exciting sensation build up in my abdomen.
It slides into me in one fast movement. I cry out sharply and it sighs happily into my ear. I don't even know what it is that is seated inside me. I don't move a muscle and can’t help but breathe rapidly, unlike the creature before me, which I don't see breathing at all. There are tears streaming down my face now. It stays still inside of me as I feel it twitch around.
“Please, god, save me”, I breathlessly whisper, praying that it’ll go away. That this is all a dream. I wait for something to happen. For one of us to move. For me to do something wrong, for it to kill me. My heart pounds inside my chest, as if trying to break out of my ribcage.
“Shh”, it whispers. I listen to its voice. It's so strange. I can tell it is struggling to talk for some reason. Its voice is terrifying me rather than consoling me. It leans into my neck and continues, “Gabriel. My name…”, I feel myself unwillingly tightening around him as he talks, “...is Gabriel”
He twitches inside of me and I gasp slightly. I feel him between my walls, squirming. It feels so strange, slimy and weirdly warm. Sobbing quietly underneath him, I incoherently whisper my pleads and prayers, denying my fate.
“...Please, don't do this to me. Pull it out. God, please, save me. Somebody save me, anyone…”
He doesn't answer and waits until I stop to listen. My lip trembles ever so slightly as his hand gently strokes my back. I can feel the thick slimy thing (which presumably is his penis, given the placement) pull out of me slowly, but keeping its head placed firmly between my folds. He leans up to look at me.
“ I will save you. Worship me. ”
I try to protest, “Gabr—”
He thrusts inside, light forming in my vision as I cry out.
He doesn't let me adjust and just keeps fucking himself into me. Fast and steadily. Carving the feeling of his cock into my insides. Repeatedly abusing my most sensitive spots, as I throw my head back. He grabs my chin and keeps me in place. My words are messy and incoherent.
“Too fast— Can’t take—”, I manage to cry out between my gasps and grunts. I can feel my orgasm approaching too soon. My legs are shaking and I desperately claw at his back, begging him to be more gentle. He answers my pleas by filling my mouth with another one of his strange tentacles. A gag of some kind.
“You will”
The pressure clashes and he thrusts into me violently throughout, watching my every move attentively. My vision is blurry with tears and I can feel my willpower giving out. Electric bolts shoot throughout my entire body. He keeps stimulating me, never letting me truly come down from my high. It feels so good and I try to move along with him.
He puts his hands on my hips, keeping them from lifting into the air, “What are you trying to do?”
He grins, mocking my attempts to chase out even more stimulation. My muffled screaming starts to sound an awful lot like moaning as my walls tighten around him, yet he still manages to fuck me into the sheets. My hips sync with his, curling rhythmically with his deep, rough thrusts. He watches me mewl and cry into the gag, pulling it out, only to push his tongue deeply inside my mouth.
He’s becoming more vocal. Becoming more and more frantic, increasing in volume, as he happily drinks up my moans. I allow him to pull away. Using the opportunity to mark my neck, he bites, sucks and licks away. He’s never stopped fucking me, never decreasing his brutal pace. I hold onto his shoulders to try to halt my rocking body.
I threaten to tip over the edge once again and he ruts into me one last time, feeling me spasm all over him. I cry and moan, as my entire body shakes and my back arches. He holds me gently, waiting for me to be still again. I recover from my orgasm, despite feeling him still press into my oversensitive cervix. He leans into my ear.
“My turn”
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My face is buried in the pillows, suffocating my pleas and moans. My hand is deeply entangled into the sheets, as the other one is firmly held by his. My ass is wide up in the air as he molests me, bullying himself into my hole. I can't take the tension created anymore and orgasm for the sixth time this round. He doesn't stop and keeps pounding, while toying with my swollen clit.
“Such a pretty girl”, he praises proudly, “So utterly ruined. Just for me”
He knows how dumb I’ve gone. I didn't understand a single word of his. I can't think about anything, passed out once or twice in between the pounding and the praising, and just desperately need him to continue. Nodding dumbly, I manage to messily cry out a “Uh-huh”. Amused, he increases the brutality of his thrusts.
I silently scream as my eyes widen. I try to say something, to beg for mercy or compassion, but all I manage to get out are pathetically eager cries, “Oh god, oh god, oh god…”
His cock slides in and out of me with ease, stimulating me in the most violent manner as his fingers turn massaging circles on my sensitive clit. I try to pull my hips away, but instead give him even better access to my hole. Sparks fly in my abdomen and my legs shake as the orgasm shoots through my entire body. He stops thrusting, but remains inside and doesn't take his finger off my bud.
I collapse onto the bed, laying on my side with him holding me from behind. We stay in this position. I breathe heavily, face coated with tears and spit and he patiently watches me recover. I’m half asleep now, being caressed gently by his hands. He kisses my neck and I start to believe that he will truly leave this time.
“My little lamb”, his gentle yet strange voice echoes through the room. I turn slightly, resting against his large body. He strokes my face lovingly, “You surely aren't tired yet, are you?”
I stare at him in disbelief. His hand dips down between my thighs, but I weakly grab his wrist. He doesn't care and begins toying with my folds in a painfully teasing way. His other hand is wrapped around my torso, keeping me from running away. My hole begins growing wet once again, so I grind myself against his firm hand. I whine.
“Use your words”, he kisses my neck, his teeth grazing at my skin as a warning.
“Please…”, I whimper and open my legs more. He still doesn't react. My hand travels down to my hole, aching to be touched, but he doesn't allow that to happen. In a few quick movements I find myself underneath his towering figure. I attempt to move, but my arms are locked firmly above my head. I pull at them with the little energy I have left, but his strong grip around my wrists won't let me.
I cast aside any shame I’ve had before and open my legs for him wide, wetness pooling inside my pulsating hole. He glares at me, “How sinful. Close your legs and do as I said”
He told me to use my words. To beg and plead for him. I call out his name innocently, “Gabriel, please”, he leans forward, listening attentively, “I need you”
I slowly wrap my legs around his torso, “Please, put it inside again”, his grip around my wrists tightens, “I need to feel you inside of me”
His tip is now directly pressed against my hole, “How adorable”, he thrusts. I moan happily, as he’s being sucked into my hole. He lets go of my hands and grabs my hips to stop them from grinding onto him. My hands grab his face and I kiss him passionately. He returns my gesture and lifts me onto his lap, so that I sit upright on his squirming cock.
“So impatient”, he groans into my mouth. I can feel his hands traveling down my back and tracing the curves of my hips. He pushes me deeper onto his cock, massaging my ass and thighs. Trying to get more stimulation out of him, I begin slowly going up and down. He firmly grabs my ass and breaks the kiss to look at me. I pause for a moment and wait for his reaction.
He leans into my neck, “Such a filthy position. Do you enjoy such things, my lamb?”
I put my hands around his neck and slowly grind against him again, “I’ll make you enjoy this too”
He doesn't protest and instead guides my movements using his hands on my hips, pushing me down slowly and then lifting me up again. We find a rhythm and I feel him repeatedly brushing against my sensitive spot. I quicken my pace and bounce up and down his twitching cock. His hands force me into an overstimulating, fast rhythm, as I try to catch his attention in between my moans.
“Ga— Gabriel— Slower!”, my vision becomes blurry with tears and waves of pleasure threaten to clash over me. I loudly cry out to warn him, but instead he digs deeper into my skin and forces me to fuck myself onto him. He begins groaning, his cock squirming dangerously inside of me. He’s close.
The head of his cock repeatedly abuses my insides as I beg and moan for my release. Suddenly, he groans out loudly while I still fuck myself on him and finally cums into me. Just as I feel loads of warm liquid fill my insides, I cum as well. I ride him throughout our orgasm, with his hands supporting me and keeping my body from breaking down onto him.
I sigh happily and let him cradle me into his arms. We come to a halt with Gabriel still staying inside of me. His cum is leaking out of me as I still try to recover. I can't help but giggle.
“This was kind of... scary”, he doesn't answer, “In a good way though”
I look up at him and he looks back at me. Leaning down, he kisses me. I can't tell what he is feeling. He just hugs me.
“I’m sorry if this is frightening to you”, he whispers. I listen to his voice, “But I won't let you leave this county, my sweet lamb”