Chapter 8 Circus Part 2

I open my eyes. Blackness. It fills the corners of my vision. I feel constricted. I try to stand. Nothing. I try to wriggle my fingers. Nothing. I cannot move. I hear the sound of footsteps to the side of me. I start to panic. I feel my heart thumping inside my chest. My breathing accelerates. The footfalls stop next to me. I am overcome with the familiar sickly sweet scent. "Don't bother trying to move," she laughed sadistically, "The beautiful thing about succubus venom, is that you can't move a muscle until I release you," she leaned over me. Her filthy scent filling my nostrils. She raised her hand in front of my face. A huge cone shaped blade protruded from her wrist. No. Not a blade. A bone. She rested the point against my chest. "The most beautiful thing, however," she whispered softly into my ear, "is that you can still feel the pain,". She pushed hard with her bone, driving it deep into my chest. Pain. Physical. Tangible. Pain. It filled every aspect of my being. She drove the bone deeper into my chest. I grew felt that I was growing weaker and weaker, as if I was being drained of all my energy. She pulled out. Laughing. She licked her weapon, drinking the blood and juices that clung to it. I felt an odd sensation in my chest. The wound was healing. I watched in horror as she stabbed me again and again. Pulling her bone shard out. Licking off the remains. Swilling them around her mouth. Then plunging this parasitic piece of bone inside me again.

She laughed.

I screamed.