The hallway was dead silent like i was in some kind horror movie, my legs also hurt carrying my fucked up body.
I limped toward the kitchen with the grace of a dying cockroach, bones creaking, muscles screaming protest in languages I don't speak.
It was 3:00 am in the morning, too early for someone to woke up, but people like to call this time.
The Ghost hour.
The moment I flicked on the kitchen light, it buzzed like it had depression.
The movement the light was one, i stepped in and immediately locked eyes with a sight that could make Satan cry.
'The dishes.'
A towering monument of unwashed ceramic tragedy. Forks with mystery goo. Plates crusted over with sauce fossils. A pan that could legally be declared a biohazard.
'Last night my step parents decided to give a party for my brother who has just turn 15.' yeah my step brother has just turn 15 years old, a good thing for a boy of his age i guess.
But for me it was nightmare because in that party i was the whore who everyone decided to smash.
'I mean it's his birthday but people were after my ass.' i couldn't help but shiver as the pain was still their from the beating and the smashing.
"sigh" i sighed the sigh of a man who's already spiritually dead.
"What a goddamn drag."
This wasn't just dish duty. This was trauma reenactment. My step-parents believed in three things, they should do to me: Abuse, Alcohol, and Assigning chores like they were running a boot camp for war criminals.
'But the difference i wasn't a criminal but a their whore.'
Still, if I didn't wash them, they'd wake up at 6 am, beat the living hell out of me, then tired my hands and feet and will lock me up in the basement for reflecting on my crimes.
;It's not that i was afraid of the dark.' but 'It's just that the basement was a bit creepy.'
So I dragged my bruised skeleton of a body to the sink and started scrubbing.
And let me tell you, nothing reminds you of your pitiful mortality like trying to get dried spaghetti off a plate with a hand still healing from last night's BDSM family barbecue.
The water was freezing cold. The soap smelled like expired lemons and broken dreams. My fingers were shriveled raisins of pain.
'!?'
And then—it hit me.
That feeling.
That something's watching me tingle. That familiar prickle down the spine, like a ghost was breathing on my neck while casually fingering my ass.
I stopped scrubbing, my hands were still and my body froze like statue.
'It's 3 a.m.'
'Everyone's asleep.'
'Please let this just be another hallucination.'
I turned around slowly with a cross sign, like those sorry victims in the horror movie jump scare scene.
And there she was.
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Maya.
Standing in the doorway. Wearing nothing but her underwear. Eyes wide open. Pupils dilated. Skin pale.
And her chest...
Look, I don't judge—but her chest looked like a flat white board with two pink dots. I wasn't even trying to look, but gravity didn't give me much of a choice.
'What the actual hell is going on?' i panicked because Maya wasn't a morning person. Hell, Maya wasn't even an afternoon person. She woke up only for two things: food and sex, both of which required me first.
But she wasn't blinking. She wasn't swaying. She didn't look like a human right now.
Then she opened her mouth, and said something which i wasn't expecting.
"Wake up."
My brain stop working.
'Excuse me?'
I looked down at the soap on my hands, looked back up at her. I was 99% sure I was awake.
Unless this was one of those fever dreams where your subconscious likes to waterboard you for fun.
"Wake up." she said again. Louder this time.
As i was thinking that she must be High from the last night weed, when she suddenly moved.
In one smooth, unnatural jerk—like a doll cut from its strings—she lunged and grabbed me by the throat.
Lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing.
My legs kicked at air.
"Hikk!!" I couldn't breathe, i couldn't scream.
I slapped her arms, her face—nothing. She didn't flinch. She didn't blink.
"Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP."
She kept chanting, her voice climbing in pitch and volume like a broken alarm clock in Hell.
My ears started to ring. Then i felt some water run down my neck, and it was not sweat but
'Blood.'
Dripping down my neck. My vision blurred.
'This is insane. She's sleepwalking. Right? Right??' i thought with a possibility but then again she was not the type to wake in sleep.
But that's not the question the main question is
'Why the hell does she have the strength of an angry gym rat!?'
"Ah!" all the air left me. My lungs screamed in protest.
Then suddenly the world spun.
Darkness wrapped its fingers around my eyes, and just before I blacked out—
—I saw her smile.
Wide. Wrong. Too many teeth.Like her mouth had been unzipped all the way to her ears.
And she whispered one final time, soft and sweet like a lullaby laced with cyanide:
"Wake. Up."
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Opening my eyes wide, I gasped for breath, my vision blurring as I took in the pure white room around me. Slowly, I pushed myself up, the cold air biting my skin.
'What the hell was that dream?' I shook my head, disbelief settling in. It had felt too real to be just a dream.
My fingers instinctively went to my neck—no pain. Nothing.
'What the hell happened?' I scanned the room, trying to piece it together. The last thing I remembered was yelling at the system that appeared out of nowhere, cursing the entity that dragged me into this fucked-up world.
As i was thinking what was going one when my eyes locked on her.
A breathtaking woman lay before me, legs spread deliberately, every inch of her exposed. Her pussy was flushed pink, glistening with wetness that made my breath hitch.
She had thick thighs, a curvy waist that begged to be held, slender arms, and long, pale legs that looked like they belonged in a snow queen's court. Her hair was snow white, cascading down her bare back in soft waves. Her skin was almost translucent, like porcelain kissed by moonlight.
Her eyes—big, dark blue, speckled with stars—held a glint I couldn't place. Long lashes framed that hypnotic gaze. Her sharp jaw and small nose made her face near perfect, but it was her breasts that stole my attention.
'Holy shit, that's a G cup right there.'
I swallowed hard, saliva pooling as my eyes drank in her flawless frame. For a moment, everything else—the pain, the suffering, the confusion, the anger, all of those things vanished.
Then, with a sultry smile, she parted her lips and spoke in a voice smooth as silk.
"Do you wanna fuck me~"
My body betrayed me instantly. Heat pooled low, and I couldn't help the desperate sound that slipped out.
"Yesss, please." i didn't even asked about her origin nor where was i.
And before I knew it, I was on the bed, naked and kissing her like she was the only thing that mattered—like I'd been waiting for this moment my entire fucked-up life.
Her lips crushed down on mine, fierce and commanding, stealing my breath like she was swallowing my very soul. I was helpless beneath her, caught in the storm of her touch.
Her hands roamed, nails digging lightly into my skin, marking territory I hadn't even claimed yet.
I tried to resist, to catch my bearings, but my body was traitor enough—already responding, betraying me with every frantic beat of my heart.
My cock throbbed painfully against the thin sheets, hard as stone, begging for release but I wasn't ready to give not mentally.
Then suddenly she moved on top of me, as she press me down and guided her hips grinding slow and deliberate, like she owned the rhythm of the world—and me. My breath hitched, a desperate sound caught in my throat.
'What the hell's happening to me?' I thought, caught between shame and raw need.
She shifted, sliding down until her bare skin pressed against my face, and then—slowly, with cruel grace—she sat on me, hips swaying, warm and inviting, sending a shiver through my body. Her breath hitched just above me as she whispered in that velvet, honeyed voice I could drown in:
"Lick me~ Taste every inch~ Do that... and I'll give you a gift~"
My pulse hammered in my ears as I obeyed, my tongue tracing the delicate folds of her, warm and slick beneath me. Her skin was soft, flushed with heat, and the subtle shivers running through her body fed my own growing frenzy.
"Ahhhh~", "hmmm~", "Yesss~" She kept on making erotic sounds, and hearing them i wasn't planning on stopping.
Every flick, every glide of my tongue, was met with a soft gasp or a tightening of her thighs — a secret language of pleasure and control.
She leaned down more as if she has given me full command of her body. The women eyes were heavy-lidded and dunk with desire, her mouth closing around my hard cock.
The sensation was electric — slow, teasing, torturous in the best way possible.
Her tongue flicked and swirled, she then begins to move her head up and down.
Slurp~ Slurp~ Slurp~ Slurp~
Sliding over my hard cock, sending sparks racing up my spine.
'Ahhh~Fuck~' i don't even know what's happing but i hope it doesn't stop.
After sulking my cock for a while she, She pulls back up, a thin trail of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft.
"Hmm~Tasty~"
She then stood up as she kissed me again but this time, it was a gentle kiss.
"You are tasty~" she said with a beautiful smile on her face but i know those hungry smile.
'She is gonna suck me dry.' it was clearly written on her face.
'Ohh god where am i ?' were my last thought before we fucked like animals.