Page 13 of Eternity of Horror
I pull out the roll of duct tape from the bag of goodies I brought and tear off a small length. My eyes never leave Scarlett’s as I place my pointer finger over my lips and shush her before firmly placing the tape over her wicked mouth. She blinks a few tears out of her eyes before rolling them at me, clearly frustrated with herself that I just saw her weakness spill out. I smirk again before taking her chin in my hand and turning her head. My tongue slithers from my mouth and scoops up the salty droplet, slowly dragging up the path it made down her face. A low drawn-out growl rumbles from my throat as I savor the taste of her tears.
I reach into my bag and pull out a vial of blood. Popping the stopper, I pour the thick red liquid onto my finger and draw an X across the duct tape covering Scarlett's mouth. She violently gags at the smell of it, and I giggle at her reaction. My scalpel quickly reappears as I wave it in front of their faces, ensuring they keep their backs to the wall.
"If you want real fear like this, if you thirst for pure terror, follow the red X's. They’ll guide you deep into the woods of a forgotten forest. That’s where you'll find me and my home. That's where you'll find..."Yes, pause for dramatic effect."Eternityof Horror."
I pull the flier out of the bag and slam it above Scarlett's head, taking the scalpel and stabbing it into the wood, pinning it there. The flier is simple: an image of an old dead tree that's been marked with a red X and the words 'Eternity Of Horror' written above it. I back away, crossing the street, and doing a silly little clowney dance as I continue to giggle at them.
"Wait... how do we find the red X?!" the girl that first mentioned a scary place blurts out. Everyone she’s with slowly turns and stares at her like she is fucking insane. I keep giggling.
"Don't worry, Jamie. When the time is right… you'll know." They stay frozen against the wall, my knowledge of who they are sinking in as I disappear into the night.I'll see you soon, my precious little playthings.
Chapter 12
Lilith
My anxiety every time I have to talk to Osiris is finally starting to dwindle, which is good because I need to complain right now. I just got off a group call with my so-called friends and as per usual, it was incredibly frustrating. However, that's not my only reason for calling him. I think what I have to tell him will make up for me bitching about my stupid friends. I'm sure he doesn't care about my drama, but I’m going to pretend for a minute that he does.
I dial his number from memory and listen as it rings. Every ring that gets closer to his voicemail ticks my anxiety up a notch. I hate leaving messages; I just don't think I'm good at them. Right as I’m about to hang up in a panic, he answers.
"Hello, my Little Corpse Queen," he murmurs intothe phone. A slow and seductive tone drips into my ear and slides its way straight to my core.
"Hello, Sir..." I try to give him the same sultry tone back. Whether it works or not, I'm not sure. "Are you busy? I can let you go if you're busy. Do you want to just call me back?"Oh, hello, panic. I thought we weren't going to see you in this conversation.
"You don't need to do that," he says, a bit more flat but still in his sexy voice.
"Do what?" I ask, knowing full well what he's talking about but wanting to play dumb because that feels better than acknowledging that I have absolutely no self-esteem when it comes to him.
"If I was busy, my queen, I wouldn't have answered the phone. But I did. For you. So take a deep breath and tell me what you called for," he says. His calming voice always seems to settle my nerves so quickly. I don't know what it is about him, but he silences all the voices in my head that are telling me to freak out.
"Ok," I say as I follow his instructions and take a deep breath. "So, two things. One, I just got off the phone with my friends and…" I hear O scoff on the other end of the phone. It makes me feel so validated that I don’t even have to tell the story of what happened to know he is already on my side. I smile. "And they were just assholes. It was a group call about some guy that scared the shit out of them the other night while inviting them to some haunted house. I've never been a big fan of haunted houses, but honestly, I'm considering going just so I can potentially watch them cry. I mean, when you do what Ido, very few things in the land of make-believe will scare you so..." I pause my ramble, hoping to get a response from him.
"He scared the shit out of them huh? How so?" I can hear Osiris smiling when he asks. I bite my lip, thinking about how their fear also makes him happy. I really feel like we just... get each other. In this moment, my anger and frustration melt away, and I'm just kind of floating in happiness. How long this lasts, I have no idea but... I'm going to enjoy it while it does.
"Oh, he just got in their faces and threatened them with a scalpel. Lovely choice I might add. I guess after he, and I quote, ‘disappeared into the night’, one of them pissed their pants, another cried, and the others said they were all absolutely going. When I tried to say that it wasn't really my thing, they just bitched at me for not coming out anymore. They said I was boring, being kind of a loser, and was destined to only ever fuck my vibrator for the rest of my life." I end that last line with a smirk, as he and I know full well that his cock fucks me more than my vibrator does. I feel my panties dampen at the thought of him inside me right now and whimper before he jumps in with his reply.
"Sounds like it's going to be a real scary place. You might want to go and watch what happens to them. I think that would be a good idea." His tone is dark and knowing, like he knows just the place I’m talking about. "And as far as what goes in your pussy. That toy might keep you warm at night when I'm not around, but that wet little hole between your legs that you're sitting onright now, belongs to me. Maybe we should invite them over and force them to watch how I devastate your holes. Show them how you take my cock like the best fucking girl, lookin' so pretty while you do it. They can guess how many times I am going to make you cum, and if they get it wrong then maybe they have an accident and end up on your embalming table." Jesus. He went from possessive, to sexy, to dark in one swing, and my pussy couldn't be wetter. I look down and find my hand inside my underwear, I don't even remember putting it there. I just whimper into the phone as I smear my wetness around my clit and wait to see if he has anything else to add or if it is my turn. When the silence spans a few more seconds, I speak.
"Oh... I...." I moan again at the pleasure I’m giving myself. "That would be a fun night for sure. But… speaking of ah... sex… and… death… and… bodies..." I mumble, still fighting back full-on moans as my fingers won't stop touching my pussy. "I…… I have someone here I think you should come meet." A rush of liquid floods my hole, and I can feel it leaking down my ass.
"Is that so? And who do you have there waiting for Daddy?" he growls into the phone. I swear just his voice could make me cum.
"A…. mm…… very pretty young girl. My age. Died from TSS. She's an autopsy though... is that…" Before I can finish, Osiris cuts me off.
"What's TSS? And no, an autopsy is just fine." I’m not used to non-clinical people speaking so candidly about this stuff. He almost seems excited about the autopsy.
"Toxic Shock Syndrome. Super rare. It can happen if you leave a tampon in too long which is a scary ass thought, but it happens to a small percentage of people and, clearly, can be fatal. Who knows what happened though, like, why she didn't change her tampon. My guess is she had a small tampon in, forgot it was there, used a toy of some kind to masturbate, and unknowingly pushed it further inside. The force of the toy pushing the tampon in could have caused small abrasions, making her susceptible to the toxins of the tampon. TSS requires emergency medical treatment, but who knows, maybe she thought it was a cold or stomach bug and now, well, she's here.... she’s here waiting for you, O." I tend to word vomit when it comes to stuff like this. I wouldn't be surprised if I heard him snoring.
"I'm on my way," he says after a short moment of silence. "And Lilith?" he continues.
"Yes?" I say, then quickly pull my lip back between my teeth.
"Take your hand out of your panties before you cum. You don't have permission to get off... yet," he growls before hanging up the phone. I immediately have to stop swirling my middle finger around inside myself because his display of ownership sends my orgasm rocketing toward my center and... Well I know I could just cum and say I didn't, but... I really want to be a good girl for him.
What seems like only moments later, Osiris pulls up and knocks on the flower door to the funeral home. It’s where we come in when we're doing removals. The door leads to the back hallways only accessible to mydad and I. I open the door and my pussy quakes as soon as my eyes drink him in. His eyes are piercing, looking black in the dark but a beautiful honey brown in the sunlight. His strong jawline is sprinkled with stubble outlining the smirk on his face as he watches me drool over him. Before he steps foot through the door, he reaches his hand out and places it around my throat. I feel as delicate as a dandelion in his powerful grip. He guides me backward as he steps in until the door closes behind him and my back is against the wall. My knees smash together like I’m going to stop the wetness from seeping its way through the fabric of my panties.
"Stay." He leans in and says, his mouth up against my lips. Suddenly my back is like super glue, adhered to the wall behind me. He slowly squats down on the balls of his feet, his arm still with enough reach to maintain the grasp on my neck. With his free hand, he pries my knees apart before leaning his face in between my legs, his nose pressing firmly against the warm fabric of my slacks that hide my needy pussy, and inhales a slow, deep breath. I swear my face is on actual fire from the embarrassment and near-shame at what it must smell like after being so unbelievably turned on, and then edging right before he got here. He looks up at me with a smile.
"Good girl. You didn't cum. I can smell how wet you are and if you did disobey me, you wouldn't be nearly this sweet," he growls, not even an inch away from my body. Opening his mouth, he cups my entire clit through my pants and slowly exhales the warmest breath fromhis mouth, the heated air making me fully aware of how drenched I actually am.Fuck.
