Feeding Day: Part 2
The pale, cracking walls carried
the echo of Dimitri's voice. He was calling for her. Sadie stumbled beyond the
threshold of a section of the warehouse she hadn't yet seen. Light filtered in
from the fissures in the ceiling above. It bathed the machinery which rose like
rusted sentinels to the left of her in an eerie bluish glow.
She couldn't help but stare up at
it. Dread ate away at her like a poison. She hurried forward, beneath giant
chains which hung like century-old cobwebs. Eventually the thick iron wall of
machinery was rounded, sending her down a tiny corridor between it and the
wall.
"Luis!" she cried as she nearly
toppled over a rusty valve.
"Luis!? Where are you!?"
She hurried through the concrete
arch of a doorway, her feet thudding carelessly upon the rotted flooring. With
barely the whisper of a crack and
several raucous 'snaps' she suddenly disappeared
within a great yawning hole.
Several feet below she lie
unconscious upon unyielding concrete. Rotted wood and years of dust surrounded
her motionless form. The silence would be short-lived, unfortunately, as she
was forced no sooner than a handful of seconds later to come to terms with the
fact she now lie injured within a deep dark pit with not a soul nearby to come
to her aid.
She looked around, gasping, the
agony of a shattered tibia rushing to her head with the force of a freight train.
For a few, motionless beats, she couldn't even breathe.
And then she screamed.
Elsewhere Milo was shining her
flashlight out one of the dingy factory windows. Even through the years of grit
and grime she should have been able to see something. It was as if the whole
world had been swallowed up by a black hole.
"You think it might've been an
earthquake?" Kay spoke up. "Could be why there's no streetlights."
Trying to find anything her light
might touch was turning out to be an impossible feat, so finally she turned
from the windows.
"Yeah..." she conceded, ignoring the
way the fur on the back of her neck had risen.
After all, what else could it have
been?
"I'm getting kinda tired," Milo
changed the subject, hiding her nervousness. "We should leave. Maybe find out
what's going on out there."
"Good idea."
Kay took one step and they both
froze. An unmistakable sound rang down the corridor. It was a woman's voice,
shrill with distress.
They both looked at each other,
eyes wide and ears upright. No words were necessary; they turned, briskly
headed for the sound.
"Help!" Sadie cried into the
infinite emptiness, "Somebody...! Help me!"
Within the dense shadows she could
barely see pipes lining the wall to her right. Something strange shined within
the wall itself. Numerous, glistening black holes like beady eyes stared back
at her.
Attempting to pull herself forward
with her arms had her vision tunneling from the agony. Her leg lie twisted
beneath her, shattered and oozing.
Heaving for breath she gazed at
the threshold of a long, basement tunnel which yawned before her. A light
flickered deep within it, far, far too distant for any of its longed-for
illumination to reach her.
"Help!" she yelled again.
Her voice echoed over and over
again within the tunnel as if mocking her. Still she continued to scream, until
her head pounded with agony and her throat was raw.
At last, a voice issued from
above.
"Sadie!"
She craned her neck to see the
figure looming at the edge of the hole she'd fallen through.
"Dimitri!?" she gasped.
"I'm going to find help! Hold on!"
"Please, hurry," she whimpered.
The vague figure disappeared and
she was left once again in the heavy silence. As the adrenaline abated her
agony only intensified. Softly she began to sob, shakily lying down upon the
damp floor. It smelled of sour water and mold; of rot and decay.
That's when she heard the
footsteps. The soft crackle of bits of stone crunching beneath boot heels.
She looked toward the threshold of
the basement tunnel. The silhouette of a man stood stark against the distant
lighting, far too near to have gone unheard for as long as he had. Fear pierced
her chest and she lurched back, a spike of wrenching agony halting her
movements. She gave a pathetic cry.
"Who are you!?" She demanded.
He stalked toward her, unhindered.
The eerie light streaming in from the ragged hole above played upon the jagged
features of his mask. She could do nothing but scream in terror as he advanced
upon her, decisive like a predator upon its prey. He grabbed her by the scruff
and the back of her shirt, claws sliding from the slats in his gloves to hook
deeply into her flesh and tear at her clothing. He wrenched her back into the
darkness. Tendrils and swirls of black swallowed them both, briefly silencing
her screams. Somewhere deeper within the tunnel they continued anew.
She'd been taken to a separate
room far down the tunnels, a place where they opened up into a sort of
control-room. Despite her shattered leg the Killer managed to keep her upright,
leaned against him as he began tearing at her clothing. He ripped her shirt
open, peeling her like a Christmas present. Her lacy white bra looked brand
new, blending in to her equally pristine fur.
"Stop!" she sobbed, struggling to
escape. "Let go of me!"
Turning her about he pressed her
up against a nearby table. She bent at the waist before he jerked her back
upright, pulling the shredded material of her shirt from her body. Holding her
tight he reached around and broke the front clasp of her bra with practiced
ease.
Tears soaked her cheeks as she
tried to fight off his clutches. Mockingly he slid his gloved hands beneath her
open bra to grip her breasts. He squeezed them, pinching her nipples between
his fingers. She thrashed against him, her body twitching and shaking with
every harsh sob which wracked her body.
Releasing her breasts he grasped
her hips, claws digging deep into the material of her jeans. As he jerked them
down viciously the fabric tore. Getting a good grip on her he hoisted her up
onto the table. Several old rusted tools clattered to the floor. He flipped
her, writhing and squirming, onto her back and dragged her up so her head hung
off the edge.
Black tendrils materialized from
the shadows to curl about her wrists and ankles, seizing them.
The Killer turned, pulling open
the drawer of a nearby desk. Sadie fought and thrashed, unable to comprehend
what was holding her down. Terrified eyes fell upon her attacker and she saw
him inspecting a rusty pair of pliers. Fear pierced her like a spike through
the chest. He turned to look at her, before drawing closer. Her struggles
became more frantic. He seized her by the throat and forced her head back.
After a moment's inspection he
seemed to decide on something. Setting the pliers aside, he grasped her lower
jaw with his hand.
She tried to clamp down, but her
strength was meager. His power went beyond anything which should have been
possible. Sharp teeth dug into his glove, biting into the skin as he wrenched
her mouth open. Further and further he forced it until her jaw began to ache.
Until the ache turned into a screaming agony and it came unhinged with a
sickening pop. Her body jolted and locked up. The pain had her seeing stars.
A horrific, animal scream broke
through the room. It took her a moment to realize it was herself she was
hearing.
By this time Milo and Kay arrived
at the site Dimitri had found Sadie. They shined their flashlights down into
the hole, but saw nothing. A blackish smear denoted something which could have
been blood.
"M-maybe she decided to try to
find her own way up?" Dimitri suggested, peering over their shoulders.
Then they heard the screaming,
echoing loudly from down below.
Dimitri lurched back. He looked
like he wanted to bolt.
"I'm going to find her," Milo
announced, turning to do just that.
Kay glanced at Dimitri. The hare
fidgeted beneath her gaze, eyes wide and glistening. Kay didn't bother saying
anything as she went after her friend. If the hare wanted to stay put then so
be it.
Soon the screaming stopped.
Or rather, became too quiet to
hear.
Blood dripped in a steady beat
from the top of her muzzle. The once white fur surrounding her face was matted
and spiked with filthy crimson. Above her loomed her attacker, holding her
mouth wide with one hand as he used the pliers to tug at a fang within her maw.
It came free with a dull 'crack', to
be then placed upon the table alongside its twin. Immediately he went in for
the next two.
Sadie's eyes were wide and
glistening with anguish as he worked. Still she cried, from pain or fear, not
even she knew. With each pull her whole body lurched, but hardly a whimper left
her. With his thumb halfway down her throat it was difficult to breathe and
impossible to scream.
A couple other teeth were removed
as well, creating a clear, bloody path to her throat. He lifted her head to
peer down into her obscenely gaping maw. Apparently liking what he saw, he set
the pliers aside to unfasten his belt with a couple sharp tugs.
Never in Sadie's wildest
nightmares would she have imagined a scene quite like the one about to unfold
here. Even now she was in a daze, unable to see or fathom what was happening
right in front of her.
For the Killer, however, this was
hardly an unusual scenario. Not when the creature with whom he shared a mind
was going into estrus every couple of months. Not when its uncontrollable,
insatiable lust bled into him and urged him to 'feed' as well. Both of them were in heat, and he'd been painfully
aroused ever since his first kill.
His pants fell low on his hips,
revealing more silvery white fur streaked with dark grey markings. Between his
thighs a hefty, canine sheath lie swollen, the tip of his bright pink cock
peeking out of the black skin at the top.
Pressing his thumb beneath her
tongue he made her broken jaw yawn wide as he lined himself up. With one cruel
shove he forced his cock down her throat.
The reaction was instantaneous.
She went rigid, eyes wide with shock and horror, then began to thrash. The
tendrils holding her arms relinquished just long enough for her to reach for
him. She clawed helplessly at his stomach before pushing at his hips. Gripping
them she strained hard. Nothing she could do would faze him.
A low, rumbling growl of pleasure
issued from his chest. He was utterly taken by the exquisite tightness of her
esophagus. For several moments he just held still, letting her spasming muscles
milk his turgid flesh. The sensations made his knot thicken, stretching her
further as she tried desperately to eject it. He rocked his hips, letting the
gentle swell of his knot pop in and out. All the while the barbs near the tip raked
the already tender flesh deep within.
Never was she allowed the chance
to breathe. She began to buck hard, desperate for air. He held her neck with
both hands as he kept himself buried deep within it. She clutched at his
wrists, pushing until her grip began to falter.
He realized what was happening
and, not wanting her part to be over so soon, he unsheathed a claw and cut a
slit at the base of her throat. Carefully he sliced into her larynx, pulling it
open. Air rushed in with a wet sucking sound and she arched, eyes wide with
renewed horror.
Unfortunately he had nothing to
keep the hole open. Prying it apart with his claws seemed to work for the
moment, at least, as he picked up the pace. She struggled to fight him off as
his knot swelled until he could no longer tear it free from the tight confines
of her throat. Shallowly he humped, pulling at her insides, barbs scraping as
his knot swelled and stretched her open far beyond what should have been
possible. Her eyes rolled back. The agony was gut-wrenching for her, but was
utter bliss for her attacker.
He clutched her throat, feeling
the bulge of his knot within. He squeezed it, pressing his fingers into the
rock-hard flesh. With every movement of his hips he could feel it sliding back
and forth beneath his fingers.
That was all it took to tip him
over the edge. His breath caught, hips jerking as he began sending volley after
volley of cum straight into her unwilling stomach.
Her hands slowly went limp, arms
sinking down to collide with the table. The Killer didn't notice, too
preoccupied with his orgasm as it was drawn out by the impossibly tight
confines he was buried within. He rested an arm across her chest, panting
behind his mask as he leaned over her.
Meanwhile Milo and Kay managed to
find a wide set of stairs descending into the factory. It led them to where
Sadie had fallen, and the only way forward, the very tunnel she'd been taken
into.
Down here the temperature was
several degrees cooler. The air held the sickly sweet tang of moisture and
mold. One light blinked within this tunnel and none existed beyond it.
Milo shined her flashlight upon
the pipes lining the wall. The further they walked the darker and colder
everything became.
Black ooze clung to the pipes,
dripping from them in great spider web lines of tar. The two girls drew closer
together to avoid it.
"What do you think that is...?" Kay
stammered, trying to ease the tension.
"I don't know. Oil?" Milo
suggested.
The thickening darkness seemed to
close in on them just like the eerie silence. It was so, horribly dark down here
the shadows were like a tangible thing, brushing up against them in icy wisps.
Milo detected it first.
The horrid, visceral stench of
death hit her like a brick wall, stopping her in her tracks. Kay halted as
well, covering her mouth and nose with her hand.
"What the hell?" Milo choked,
covering her face with her arm.
She backed up a few steps, the
beam of her flashlight catching the wall. Before her eyes it seemed to writhe,
forms which hadn't existed previously jutting out from solid concrete. They
made up the wall now; innumerable pale bodies, eyes like empty pits staring
back at them. Toothless mouths locked in eternal screams.
Terror gripped them both like an
icy claw.
Kay bolted first. In her haste to
follow, Milo dropped her flashlight. Its bulb died on impact, plunging her in
utter darkness. She ran after Kay and her fleeing light. A low rumble issued
from the walls around her, shaking the very concrete beneath her feet. A noise
like rolling thunder cascaded over her. The scraping of something rough sliding
against concrete and hitting the pipes hard enough to rebound were the last
things she'd hear before something caught her by the ankle.
She hit the floor face first.
Something unseen writhed upon her,
hissing deeply. It conjured images of giant serpents. Fangs dripping with venom
and coils wrought with crushing power. Panic had her lunging, but a huge limb
fell upon her back and knocked the breath from her lungs. She couldn't even
scream as it hooked its massive talons into her and pulled her down into the
abyss which had opened up beneath them.
By the time Kay noticed her friend
wasn't with her it was too late. She was stuck at the top of the stairs, too
petrified to traverse that inky blackness again. All she could do was fall to
the floor, sobbing as she cried Milo's name into the uncaring darkness below.