Spell. Check (Coming Soon to Prose)

“What the hell was that?!... Jack? Rachel? What the fuck are you doing?... Jack?” I heard her walking toward the door and Rachel grasped my neck, she squeezed and shoved her fingers into my mouth to ensure my complete silence, I could feel them changing, moving, like eels, I gagged, despite my fear and discomfort I tried to shout for Imogen to run but it was too late, she had opened the door and began to walk in...

...Rachel, turned to look at me, her bright red lips curled up into a smile as she flayed Imi’s dress, leaving it scattered on the ground, it was as if some supernatural force had ripped it from her skin, perhaps telekinesis? She was now spread-eagled on the wall in her underwear unable to move. I pulled harder at the tentacled fingers in my throat, they wouldn’t move, my hands felt like they were on fire, my mouth was full of her hand but I bit down hard, hoping this would free me, my teeth felt like hot metal, I could feel fluid streaming down my throat, I hoped it was her blood, but it tasted so good, I just wanted to drink it, I swallowed hard and gagged, the beast was grinning at me, I began to pass out but she shook me violently and drew me nearer, to her face, Rachel’s face; her blackened eyes stared into mine, she licked my cheek and turned my head to stare at Imogen, her tentacles were probing at my girlfriends panty line, delicately lifting the fabric and easing her tentacle like fingers inch after inch into the lace confines, Imi was screaming, muffled despair, her eyes wide with fear and anger, but her verbal sounds of denial and rejection began to subside, she sounded like she was enjoying it, like she was about to...

Extracts from Spell.Check. Coming soon to Prose Collections... Who says horror can't be sexy?...

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