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The streets were desolate, the houses empty. Apart from one, which belonged to me. In these scorching last days of Earth, many seeked shelter; mine was like heaven in hell. People go in, people go out. Or in this case, get shot.
BANG
The dismembered lower half of what used to be a young ma- visitor layed on the living room floor lifelessly.
Cleaning up the gory scene off the carpet, My mind began to wander again; what really was the difference between us? Perhaps it was that eery pale visitor's seeds of doubt implanted into my thoughts, but the facts that these parasites had the same blood, same skin, same memories... The coat guy didn't even want to harm anyone, and thank god he didn't, yet I still had to shoot him? He seemed so human; so alive, and I took his body away from him? Was I the monster here? Or was it the most primal instinct to protect yourself from a threat? But a visitor would do the same! I slaughtered countless beings that didn't want to die and never harmed anyone just because there was a chance that they would go berserk. Everyone can go berserk, noone is an exception.
These strange thoughts have been recently visiting me more and more , making my skin crawl from the fact that I was starting to have empathy for those things.. maybe one day I wouldn't be able to bring myself to lift my weapon at one of the monsters.
As I stuffed the last gruesome remains in the black plastic bags, down the hall echoed a series of rhythmic knocks in my door... A terrifyingly familiar rhythm.
Knock
Knock
Knock
I instinctively grabbed my sturdy rifle and placed my ring finger lightly on the trigger. Despite the countless other nights with different people and visitors knocking, his were completely distinctive and had the same intervention between each knock, like a clock ticking. Scencing his growing impatience I placed my sweating forehead against the door and peeped outside.
As expected, I was greeted with pale visitors vicious grin that seemed to never take a break, an abnormally large ribcage that pocked out in all the wrong places, and his, no, someone else's skin.
Hearing my deep panicked breathing, He seemed to understand that I was listening.
"Howdy" he slithered, but his mouth never bothered to open.
Trying not to sound too unnerved, I composed myself and spoke in the most stern voice I could muster. "What do you want? Yes I'm not alone." I predicted what he was going to say, as his cockyness dimmed and his grin transformed into one much much more serious.
" Oh dear, you know me wayyyy too well" his choice of words made it seem like he was more an old man than a collosal being that could squish my head into a mush faster than my rifle could, though I was already becoming used to it. He hummed a song as his posture slightly straightened as he turned around from me before he strudded away, surprising me that someone as smart as him couldn't think of the very obvious fact that I could shoot him right
on the spot.. but he knew I wouldn't.
Returning back deeper into my burrow, I found myself opening a can of beer from the fridge. Chills krept down my spine, not from the realisation that everyone is now sleeping - creating a break of much deserved silence, but at the uncanny feeling of being watched.
Dozing off on my bed, I heard another pair of knocks on the door but more demanding, as if their authority was radiating into the bunker like poison.
I stumbled out of my room drowsy, picking my rifle in a calibrated motion and checked myself in the mirror, though the need to look presentable never really lied in my priorities, I had to do my duties as a host.
Another pair of knocks, now louder and more distressed - must be the sun making them feel a little more crisp, I thought to myself and smirked. I peeped out, expecting a new person I would feel responsible to rescue..or him.. that's not right, why has the pale man been on my mind that much these days? I brush my confusing remark about myself off and take a glance on the people. Of course, how did I forget? FEMA will be requesting for more survivors today, creating an illusion of a choice when in fact you actually have no say into if your companions get taken away for tests or not.
I gently opened the door, trying to seem calm. I tried to look at who they would take but instead of escorting one person they took two, so just one other person remained.(Or were she a visitor?) Realisation hit me fast. If they take more people even tomorrow then I would have to face him again, and this time he would not leave me alone so easily.
I look at the cashier's girl teeth. Double check. Triple check, lift trusty rifle and aim at her head, blindfolding her like she requested me. I feel remorse, I really do. This is the only way, I can't save her. I wonder if I can just lock her in somewhere for the sake of having someone in the bunker, but it's far too dangerous.
The night comes in what seems to be a blink of an eye, as I inspect my surroundings, drunken, and a little voice in my head screams that death is near, and it's after me. I hope that he's gone for today, that I could maybe, just maybe, live another day. My eyes struggle to be open, and when I wake up it's midday. My head is buzzing from the alcohol, but hey, it's still intact. I decide to plan it. Where am I going to hide? Can I use something that would defend him? How strong is the intruder really is? The closet seems safe, so I decide to clear a space under the bottom shelf and set up a pillow in there, locking it from inside. There is just a slight opening where I can discreetly see what is going on. Before I know it, my eyes shut.
Knock
Knock
Knock
I instinctively try to get up, only bashing myself against the cramped ceiling of the shelf. My breathing grows more shallow, not from the way there's no fresh oxygen but from what I can hear next.
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
This time it isn't patient but more desperate. I can hear him muttering something, which I can't quite tell what it is, but maybe it's better that way.
5 to 10 minutes pass, and I calm down a little. Maybe he's gone? No, he's like a lion, toying with it's pray. I have to wait this out.
SLAM
The wooden door falls off its hinges in two attempts, and I can hear a tune, what from I can't place my finger on. I can hear doors opening one my one, and his almost paralysing words
"Haha! I know you are here, don't try to fool me" his singy-songy voice illuminates through the hallway, accompanying him with a horrid, rotting stench when he gets closer to the door. The door handle turns, but to no avail it dares to open. The moonlight shun through the effortless hole he punched through the door, his eyes looking through it in attempt to find me. The stench emitting off his body was impossible not to acknowledge, and I couldn't help myself but to hold some air in and stop breathing for as long as I could, what if it was infectious?
My vision turned blurry, little carousels of dots dancing around my vision. I had to breath out, but with him still intently watching, such sharp exhale like I would have to make would be the loudest thing in that whole room. As I exhale, I could hear the door falling down, and him standing in the doorway so inhumanly, too still.
Looking at his tall body illuminated by moonlight, I felt fear, but the bulge in my briefs told me otherwise. Why me? Why now?
Like scencing my distress, his head snapped, directly looking at me through the little gap that I left. Our eyes met, and for a second I thought he could see me blush. Grabbing me by my short hair and dragging me up to get a good hold of my neck instead, he lifted me up to meet his eyes
"YOU SICK BASTARD! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed with a shaky voice, not being bothered how I'll present myself to him this time.
"Sick you say? How about you? You aren't annnnyyyy better" I wanted to deny this, but my body couldn't lie to him now that I had shown my true nature to him. The bulge wasn't going down, neither was my body reaching the floor. I came to the conclusion that dying by his arms wasn't that bad of a fate in a world that's on the brink of death and was quite arousing to think about him slowly suffocating me. Next thing I notice that my vision is going blurry.
Barely contious but still horny, I look at his eyes and he decides to drop me, my back scraping the nearby shelves. Such pain sends me waves of pleasure radiating through my body as a barely audible moan escapes my lips. Shit. The intruder makes a face of much disgust and doesn't return my very out-of-pocket feelings back.. but something in his posture shifts, and his shoulders sway up and down as he lets out a deep chuckle.
"Hehe, you are more sick than I thought, dearie" He leans closer to me and his hot wet mouth reveals the secrets in the ways he'll brutally kill me, rip my organs out, break my bones one by one, not to frighten me as anyone else would've assumed, but like a mad scientist testing his theory. Bingo, like he predicted, I felt me twitch in pleasure I had to hold myself back not to cum on him.
The thought of dying of course wasn't one of the greatest ones, but if it was by him, by his twisted ways, I'm in.
His dirty fingernails seemed extravagantly sharper than I noticed before, so sharp that when he rubbed my neck in spirals, a trail of blood pooled onto the floor; my head becoming lighter than before. His long tongue reached out and licked my blood, and he hummed a melody of delight before saying "noone is here to help you, ha! you're going to bleed, you are going to diiiie and I'll kill anyone who is still surviving. You are just one of my assignments, when I'm done with you not even I will bother to remember you." his harsh words seeped into my skin but I did not pay mind to them; he was assigned to me, me. I knew he would remember at least something about me, so I tried not to sulk on his razor sharp words, but instead find them as an invitation to do something that he would definitely not forget.
His large hands grabbed around my waist, his finger piercing the first couple layers of my skin from the bottom of my ribs to my belly button. Red, raw blood begun to gush out, and my body started to twitch in pleasure as my back slightly arched for a second, almost as if welcoming him to harm me even more, ruin my body along with my ego.
He looked at my face, almost admiring my reaction. Noticing what he was trying to do, I exclaimed "you aren't any better, look at yourself." Even only surrounded by moonlight, I could still see that sadistic smile with rows of perfect white teeth in them, as if his body couldn't indicate that he was an intruder before you even need to see his face. It was clear that he was taking pleasure from his actions too, so who am I to blame?
His fingers slowly dug a dive down my briefs, but a millimeter away from where I would've shuttered in pleasure, they re-emerged from the fabric
Was he teasing me? God he's unreadable.
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Homeowner's sweat was dripping down his forehead, and the pale man seemed to enjoy this moment like no other.
Staring into eachother's eyes, an awkward but intimate silence arose. Feeling the tension building up between the two of them, homeowner brainlessly remarked
"What are you going to do now? Kill me? That's a little too impolite for someone as perverted as you are. Go on, do sommething...pplease?" The shaky please at the end was just the begging of what homeowner would have to do to earn pale man's touch.
"You'll have to say more to get your way, dearie~"
Intruder's words spread as a venom through homeowner's body, leading him to the conclusion that he secretly prayed on
"Pplease.. I need you t-to fuck me.. I can't handle yyour teasing anymore" his voice was shaky, stuttering in most of the words, but spitting out as quickly as his mouth could manage in others.
Intruder's jaw tightened barely noticeably, but for the homeowner it felt like a guarantee that he was going to fulfill his desire.
Pinning the smaller one's arms against the wooden floor with just one hand, intruder inched closer to him so near that their bodies were practically touching eachother, and leaned into a kiss. As both of their tongues were leaping around eachother, intruder's mouth began to lean downwards, a string of saliva still attached.
First, it was the shoulders, then progressed into the abb area, sucking the blood that he previously caused into his mouth; pale man was leaving fresh, purple hickeys on protag's skin. At the same time, intruder's free arm slid downwards and pried homeowner's legs open with ease. Moving upwards from the upper thighs to the start of his briefs, intruder continued his series of biting and leaving hickeys on homeowners skin, it being a strangely fascinating scene.
One moment, homeowner's briefs were on. The next one, his whole body was exposed for the other man to see.
Standing up, the pale man reached his hand into one of the shelves, finding an old forgotten knife hidden in one of the boxes, as if he knew it was there- must've been hidden by one of the guests.
Placing the cold metal against one of the homeowner's pinned arms, there was a slow but clean slice near the veins, but not deep enough to cause any long term damage.
"S-screw you!" The smaller one shouted, as if scencing the sweet relief was getting closer, but only truly making him finish only if the man would accept his pleas for intimate touch– he knew he was getting teased.
Then came another small cut, but closer to the abdomen, almost as if controlling protag's hips to buckle.
Clearly not being used to someone handling his sadistic tendencies, intruder went in for another sloppy kiss as to say a thank you. The overwhelming sensation of everything overstimulated homeowner so much as to cause him that the pale one didn’t even have to bother to touch him directly—he was rock solid hard by now.
Intruder's breathing was rigid by now. It was nice to see that the big one felt turned on too, homeowner thought.
As on queue, intruders smoky words filled the air, mentally degrading the body hastly breathing beneath him "you will die, here, soon, without the satisfaction... That is, my dear, if you keep doing nothing of course. Beg. Now." Intruders expression was now more serious, staring at him. It was a pity that homeowner didn't find empty threats arousing , otherwise his body would release the horniness in all sorts of ways by now.
"Fuck—pl–please... Kill me, t-tortue me, fuck, do–a-anything..I —hic— I need—y-you tto touch-ch me so b-badly.. I-I'm begging.." His ego was in shambles, as his body and his voice. He was a huge crying, pleading and begging mess.
Intruder always liked power, so when death itself granted him strength, he was quite accepting of his newfound duties. His mind felt pleasure to break down people's egos, watch them pathetically tremble under his abilities. However, sweat prickled on intruder's back; he didn't expect such an outward reaction from someone who would've spat on him if he had the chance a week ago, now begging and shaking in anticipation.