—“you aren’t escaping.”
you’ve been having night terrors. really badly. not like some baby crying about nightmares or anything, more like full-on terrors. no matter the situation, there was always a red figure of sorts that would soon form itself to look like a figure of builderman. yet, every time it always felt the same. the figure would spawn in your room, at the foot of your bed; crawl over you as the proximity always dwindled, and it would always end with them torturing you physically, or trying ways to hurt you. it obviously, it was hell. you couldn’t even sleep without having fears, and you swear, you could hear the faint laughing of the entity near you.
you look over to your clock;
1:00
one in the morning. same night, same thing. you lay in your bed as you tried to cool off by wearing shorts and a tank top- due to it being hot. you stare at the ceiling as you tried to breath to calm yourself down. the simple thought of having to see them again was terrorizing. but you have to, no matter what.
not even two hours later you woke up covered in sweat as you heard creaking. you panicked as you got up and subconsciously tightened your grip on the covers while you looked at the foot of the bed. . .there he was.
standing there, with that same smile that would give you the wrong feeling. you saw them crawl over your bed as you tried to back away- only to feel their tail wrap around your thigh and pull you closer. you landed abruptly against their hips while they pinned you beneath them, their warm breath casting around you. you tried struggling out of their grip, only for them to tighten while they pinned your arms above your head with one hand. you kept struggling anyways. they lowered their head next to your ear,
“your fear. . .” you felt them sniff you while you tried to pull away- bruises forming, “smells delicious.”
they looked at you while they licked their lips. you already felt one of their hands on your thigh- digging in marks on top of the older ones and cutting into your shorts.
their hands snaked around as you already felt their mouth on you- biting and kissing the skin.
“you taste- huff- divine.” they gave you a slightly deranged smirk before biting your hip, their hands griping your thighs.