Part 4.5: All That Sexy Violence.

I’m alone with Jessica in the bedroom. She comes close and runs her fingers though my hair, I kiss her. Lips interlocked I begin to run my hands up her tee shirt. No bra. My fingers genially play with her nipples. We collapse on the bed behind her. With animalistic intent I pull her shirt over her head and off of her. She moans as I kiss my way down neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach, and bellybutton. I unbutton her jeans and slide my hand inside her pink cotton panties. Running my fingers around her lips, she bites her lips and moans as I insert a finger in and begin genially exploring. She’s soaking wet. My hand slides out of her panties and I pull her pants off her pants with one quick motion and toss them aside. She lays there naked, her long blond hair framing her beautiful face. I kneel down on my knees and kiss her clit, before my tongue goes to work. As her moaning gets louder and louder she looks down at me. My head is shaking violently with an unnatural twitching; my tongue is something almost reptilian, eyes solid black emptiness. She lets out a bone chilling scream as she tries to force me off of her. But she fails and I climb on top of her, as I unzip my lizard tongue up her face. My hands holding her down by the shoulders, I enter her. She lets out another scream, but I quickly jam my tongue in her mouth silencing her. Tears run down her face as I thrust harder and deeper. My fingernails dig into her flesh as blood begins to pool underneath her. Harder, deeper and twitchier I continue inside her. The only sound is that of her muffled suffering.
With inhuman speed I flip her over, digging the fingernails of my left hard (which can only be described as an animalistic claw) into her shoulder blade. With my right I force her face deep to the bed. I begin to chant inhuman words as I thrust. I pause for a moment and remove myself from her. My cock is bloody and covered in tiny little spikes, not unlike a cats. I reposition myself, this time I enter her asshole. She lets out another cry of pain as I force myself into her asshole. Jack enters the room and yells “what the fuck”. But before he can finish the “cuk” sound his throat is pierced by a large serrated tentacle that has protruded from my back. The tentacle curls upwards coming out his mouth. With one quick motion it rips his jaw clear from his face. He falls to the ground dead.
I continue thrusting and feel a sinister energy building at the base of my cock. A few more thrust and it has released. I cum, feeling every ounce of semen in me shoot deep inside of her ass. I pull out and my cock is back to normal. She lies motionless, frozen in a catatonic state. There’s blood everywhere. I look down at her and she is leaking dark purplish semen like substance her asshole.
I stand up and look into the cracked mirror on top of the dresser at the side of the bed. It takes a moment for the inhuman twitching to stop. I don’t recognize what is looking back at me. Oh it looks like me, but it’s not. Eyes solid black with bright red pupils, shape jagged teeth behind a serial killers smile. Skin like gray leather.
My mirror self starts moving without me, then leaning inward says “You are what you should fear”.

I awaken with a jolt drenched in a pool of my own sweat. I feel my stomach’s contents rushing upwards. I fly out the front door and tears run down my face as I violently vomit on the porch. “What the Fuck was that” I say to myself aloud.
“This isn’t me, this isn’t me” I repeat in my mind over and over again.
After a few minutes of fresh air I go back inside and lay back down.
Surprisingly I fall back asleep quickly.

End of Day One.