Death's Embrace20:06 May 29 2006
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I lay in this field of chaos, these volts of electricity riddling through my tired body. I give up. I surrender to my fate. Beaten, broken and defeated, I fight no longer the darkness. "Prepare my grave," I cry to no one. "I am ready, Sweet Death." Darkness envelops the whole of my being. Oblivious to the pain, my soul is numb. As if with a mind of their own, my arms stretch out horizontal to my prone body, palms upraised. I look up to the black sky. The pain returns as the rusted spikes rise up out of the ground, crucifying me. An involuntary scream escapes my throat and echoes in the darkness to torment me further. I try to speak, to summon Death, but no sound comes forth. A hand, unseen by my eyes, touches my breast. Another hand slides from my stomach to my soft spot. Yet another hand brushes against my cheek. The stillness of the depth has been disturbed by the growing din of the monsters’ growling. Silently my lips move, "Who are you?" "We are Death. You have summoned us, told us you were prepared." Yellowed fangs gnash together as the demon speaks to me. "Yes," I mouth, "take me." "Yes, we will take you," the deep voice replies, the stench of its breath hot on my face. A mouth clamps down on my neck another suckles on my breast. Long, talon-like fingers slide inside of my moist place, ripping my flesh as they go. My feet are torn from their anchor, as my legs are forced apart. Small hands hold them immobile. The full weight of the demon crushes down upon me as it begins this horrific ritual. I peer out from these glazed eyes of mine to see its face, this demon that is my lover. Bright yellow eyes stare longingly down into my own. "Your name?" I silently request. "I am Death," it replies, "and that is all you need to know." It proceeds in our perverse lovemaking. Its long sticky tongue flicks against my bruised lips. Ecstasy burns through my lifeless body as Death’s large, swollen unit enters and rips me apart. I feel reality slip away as I give myself to my hideous lover. The others penetrate me in every orifice sending through me a surge of pleasure and pain. I rip my hands free from the spikes, which held them still and grab Death’s scaly red face. I pull it down to me and kiss its hot wet mouth. Teeth tear into my lips and my mouth fills with my own blood. I sink my nails into the searing flesh of Death’s backside. A roar escapes its own distorted lips as it wraps its arms around me. Together we ascend into the darkness. I glance down to see the others dancing and chanting below us, celebrating our embrace.
~Psifaerie (1999)
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