>>1511
Okay, faggin' it up here in this writefag's stead. Hope it's worthwhile.
The trembling started in her belly, and went outwards from there until her entire body was little more than a jittering mess. She hated to fear it, this bogey man, this distorted monster-under-the-bed, but it was that fear that kept her alive in the perpetual tedium of the lonely little house that served as home and prison. Cradle and coffin, if she had been born or could truly die. She wasn't really sure. She died almost every time she turned the lights off.
She always tried to keep her eyes open during these encounters. It wasn't so much about facing her fears as it was about not pissing it off, and closing her eyes usually just yielded a more brutal torment. Poniko didn't like pain, per se, though any onlooker to these moments might beg to differ. It was the sheer rush of terror that she valued, the only ripple in an otherwise still pond that was her day-to-day life. A pair of steely blue eyes searched over it's vague distorted face. What'll it be today?
The inky tendril around her waist squeezed tighter. It liked to kill her in terrible ways. If it had the mental capacity beyond a primal animal, it probably enjoyed watching her die, knowing that she'd just blip back into existence sooner or later so it could continue the games they played-- or rather, the games it played with her. Something snaked up the back of her shirt, slithering up her spine and around her ribs with a force that made her choke. The tip of that appendage drove against her breastbone in a way that made her groan with panic under the muted scream... but why? Why couldn't she look away from it? Why did the hollow white pits in it's face draw her in and render her so pathetically helpless?
Poniko's breath grew shallow. She expected it to either crush her ribs or rip into her chest any second now... but as if heeding her thoughts, it flung her against the dresser, seeming to change it's mind. She didn't move where she crumpled, though she dared to let her eyes close for a good ten seconds before reopening to face the music a second time. Her vision swam momentarily, spots dancing in front of her eyes. The warm, ticklish stream down the back of her neck told her she was bleeding. It rippled over the floor to her again.
A tendril like a fist shot out against her cheek, slamming her back against the wooden surface of the armoire again, before slipping down almost tenderly to twine around her neck. It closed in a second time, it's unchanging expression boring into her. At it's bidding she was lifted to hang limp as a marionette, suspended against the armoire. It's nearly liquid form slid up her ankles, shackling them, and crept up to do much the same to her arms. Poniko's stomach churned while she questioned what it had in store this time. Again the response came shortly, revoltingly-- another appendage slid up her leg, and pushed at the junction between her thighs.
If her eyes could have gone wider in that moment, they would have.
Last edited 10/04/04(Sun)11:55.
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