The Devils Within

It was late at night and I didn’t know where I was. In the pitch black darkness, I could only distinguish a doorknob. I was in probably in a room, but whose ? As far as I remember, my friends and I went to a club and started drinking. Rum, whisky and other hard liquors were being poured in my glass and all I could hear was : “One more shot”. It is hard to tell if I didn't want to deceive my friends or if I was a natural heavy drinker but in the end, it didn't matter. Shots after shots, one bottle after another, I could feel myself getting dizzy over the excitement of my friends. There were something in their eyes that kept me going; the thrill of the situation. I knew it was bad but I was enjoying it. My vision was blurred and I could hear the music playing from a distance; was I already drunk ? I don't know what I was but if I were to it again, I would without any second thoughts.

The door opens and a dim red light is making it’s way inside the room. Only then have I been able to remember fragments of what happened after we left the club. I talked to this girl and her friends as a dare from my friends because they knew how I felt around women; and these were really gorgeous. I still can't remember what happened next but I feel like things turned out in my favor.

All of a sudden, I’m hearing footsteps and from their sound, I can tell that the person is wearing heels. My heart is beating fast enough to make me quiver; I wouldn't say I was scared but rather excited as for what would happen next. Before I knew it, the door was wide open and all I could see was red and the silhouette of a woman. Her size and the curves of her body caught my attention. She had long hair covering her naked chest, a navel piercing and big thighs. She didn't have a small waist or an imposing chest; her stomach wasn't flat and though she was trying her best to cover these details, it was these very imperfections that made her look perfect. Better yet, her confidence was more attractive than any other things about her and I was on the bed, gazing in admiration.

“What are you trying to hide, you're hot.” Said I, desperately looking for her eyes to make contact in the not so lit room.

Without saying a word, she started walking in my direction and the closer she was, the clearer I could see her body features. She appeared to have stretch marks on her chest, thighs and waist and oh, she was making me feel some type of ways. She reminded me of a tiger walking towards it's prey and as a prey, I wouldn't mind her putting her claws on me. Finally, I could see her face and I haven't seen anyone like her before. Her eyes were red scarlet and her ears were sharp; she had her left nipple pierced and had no skin. What is she ? Where was I, even ? What I desired earlier turned out to be what I feared the most. She didn't have human feet. Instead, she had hooves resembling those of horses and a tail was slowly coming out of her back. As she kept on walking towards me, my heart kept on beating faster and faster and it was far from being excitement. The concept of speech was foreign to her, since she didn't seem to have a mouth. Instead, she was able to communicate with her mind and I was scared to the bones after deciphering what she told me.

“My name is not important , welcome to your very own hell.”

-To be continued