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The heat was beating down again. The sun was just starting to peek up over the crusted mountains, making the red sand of the planet look almost like shifting blood. It had been what? Six? Maybe seven months since the imperial cruiser she was stationed on crashed on this demon world?

Eyeballing the small group of bandits approaching her made her grin. Not something someone would do in a normal situation with bandits approaching. They were misshapen and mutated; ugly things that had given in to their needs and allowed this world to change them.

They were useless to her.

"What do we have here.....an escaped slave?!"

The leader was a hulking brute that obviously relied on intimidation. You could say at one point he may have been a canine species but the mutations made it hard to tell. Staying where she was she eyeballed him, put on a toothy grin and kept quiet. Her tail swaying behind her as she let her eyes peek out from under her hood.

He was right. She was a slave, but he was wrong to think she escaped. The heavy collar weighed heavy on her neck and her wrist cuffs wore her fur off with the constant chafing. She was right where her master wanted her.

"Nothing to say, toy?"

Another more slender mutant coyly hissed out. His long arms and legs giving him an almost spider-like look with scales running up his flanks. Those two she didn't have to worry about. She knew their kind but the quiet one that kept himself just out of her sword and staff range....that one she knew she had to keep an eye on.

"I think she wants us to take her! Look at that grin and that body. Not a mutation on her!"

The larger one took one more step towards her, making the fox smile even wider.

"What is so fu....."

That's all the larger one got out before he erupted into an explosion of bone and gore. The sand bulk that was laying under the sand just a little bit in front of her had made its move and its massive jaws had bitten down on the larger mutant so hard that it had popped most of his body like a boil. Blood and parts of the male lined her face and body as she watched casually.

Then the screaming started.

The long legged male screamed in anger though it was too late. The group had stepped into a minefield of the critters. Something that, from experience, Sharue knew to avoid. You can usually tell where the group lived by the subtle changes in the sand texture and small lumps throughout the area.

Licking some of the blood off her face with her long ebon tongue. she slowly crouched down to look at the larger male. The other two having to fight the new threat so they were of no concern to her. Their screams and yelling only background noise as she hemmed.

The mutant's mouth was opening and closing, slowly being jostled about as the creature ate him alive. The same creature that, if she had taken just three more steps forward, would have eaten her instead.

She had to admit she was fascinated with it. Slowly rubbing her paw over the hardened carapace of the monster that was eating the mutant knowing that it would be busy with its current meal. Though she also had to stop and think about what brought her to be like this. Fingers coming away slick with gore as she flicked a bit of bone from her fingers. Looking up she noticed that the other two had become quiet and just the chewing of gristle and bone was sounding out.

"Thank you gentlemen. I needed someone to help keep the sand bulks busy....."

She said calmly. Mounds moving through the sand showed that the new meal was bringing in the rest allowing her to move through the sands now without worry of being attacked herself.

What made her so damn insensitive to this? Just months ago, she would have thought this was a horrid way to die and that no one should deserve that sort of fate. Kicking the long limbed males paw away when he reached for her, she kept walking without looking back as the sand bulks feasted. They even got the quiet one She had hoped for that one to live. He looked like he had potential, but oh well.

"You know you could have just killed them and the sand bulks yourself?" The voice in her head making her eyelids flutter at the dull throb in her mind.

"Yes master so you say." Her reply simple and short, it was how her master liked it.

"Then why do you not use your powers, hemmm?" The demon's voice was like a grating, grinding set of rocks. Something that was meant to grind your willpower and set your nerves on edge.

"Because I chose not to."

The demon let a sound that could only be taken as a chuckle roll through her mind. The pain making her stumble a step as she clenched her eyes shut.

"You enjoyed seeing them die though, mortal. You cannot deny that."

"I did."

Sharue couldn't deny that she took satisfaction in seeing them die. Maybe even a little aroused by it. Not really the gore and mess, but just the struggle play at life and death. It didn't mean she knew it was wrong, though. Coming to a stop on top of a sand dune, she looked out over the desert world. The hive cities of the demon world spiraling to the skies like endless termite mounds. Rivers of viscous fluids ran through the land and the wind sounded more like moaning and screaming of lust and pain all mixed together.

This was a demon world. A world where the veil between reality and the immaterial clashed, allowing for laws of reality to distort and where creatures and souls changed. "If you take pleasure in it then why not just enjoy it and do it yourself, mortal?" Offering an almost sadistic grin.

"Because it frustrates you and I refuse to be ruled by my feelings."

One reason she knew that she had come to like pain and suffering was a defensive mechanism. A soul can only live so long in pain and misery before they either have to adapt or give in. It took time, but slowly she found herself allowing small jolts of pleasure at having to deal with situations like this. Slowly phasing out the fear and instead sexualizing it and getting enjoyment out of it.

Much like a soldier would laugh at a gruesome death of an enemy soldier to help overcome the horror of what he just committed. Crippling fear destroyed you, but turning that fear to enjoyment allowed you to survive in a world of nothing but fear. It didn't mean she didn't fear, far from it as she feared for herself plenty. She feared what she was slowly becoming; she feared the jaded feeling that was building inside of her. She had been raped and beaten and everything of worth taken from her, even her name but her master knew how to also give her pride at overcoming obstacles and making the pain and misery a challenging one that if she overcomes makes her a stronger soul.

That key aspect kept her going, her pride of overcoming things. It was a selfish way of doing it, but it was a necessity. If that was somehow stripped from her, she knew she could not survive here. All the things that she had gone through, all the things she did, if it was reduced to nothing then what was the point?

Another chuckle forcing her eyes to clench shut as she waited for the pulse of pain to fade away. She did not hate her master, he was a part of a system and it was the system she hated. Much like you would view a movie and hate the characters but not hate the actors. Though that didn't mean she wouldn't turn on her master and kill it at the first chance she got.

"If I am not strong enough to control you and keep you then I do not deserve you."

She said in her own master's words.

There were no morals here. Anyone that tried to keep ahold of them would tear themselves apart. She had realized that quickly here. She had to let go of what was taught and perform this complex dance of between pure chaos and destroying herself. One way lead her into damnation. Something that her master would very much want her to sink into. It wanted her body, to possess it and take it for its own and it was far easier to possess someone who had no control of his or hers emotions and feelings. The other way lead to her constantly feeling like she was a horrible person to constantly look at herself and become disgusted or attack herself mentally. That would get her killed. It would cloud her mind and she would go insane.

She had to accept realities and put them into perspective. It meant shutting herself off to things that would get her killed and embracing things that she found disgusting. Becoming detached, like allowing someone to follow you but being able to leave on a whim with no feelings for that individual. To look your rapists in the face and just accept it as the reality of the situation. To not let the anger or fear or the normal feelings you were raised to feel get ahold of you. Just the ability to think clearly and find the quickest route to either kill your attacker or get out of the situation.

"You're rationalizing yourself again mortal."

"I like to do that."

She did have to stop and think on things from time to time to break her head above the surface of all this pain and misery to prove that she was still a person. Not some monster that did things on a whim without stopping to think and look back on what they have done and try to understand it.

That's when she felt something grab her foot. Looking down she could see a hand made of sand grabbing at her and trying to pull her foot under the sand. Using her rusty sword she swiped at it,severing it from its owner. It just simply turned back to sand, but she could see the moaning and screaming faces starting to push from the sand.

"You think too long, mortal, and the soul sand will get you."

He was right. You could never stay in one spot for too long. Those who die on this world are not even spared the comfort of oblivion. Their souls were trapped in torment in the hot sands, seeking out anyone careless enough to let them drag them under the sands to join them.

A female face pushed up out of the sand. Her face looking more like a skull then anything. The sand forming in ways to show the ripped flesh and empty eye sockets as a bony hand reached out of the sands at her leg.

Sharue could feel her jaws flex hard. The face reminding her of how she got here. The pain th.....

"Sharue! SHARUE WE HAVE TO GO!" Confusion surrounded her as well as chaos and pain. Lots of pain as she looked down at her side. A long piece of shrapnel was sticking out of her side just under her shoulder blade. She knew that it was bad as her right arm hung uselessly at her side, blood forcing her military uniform to stick to her side as she dumbly looked about. The ringing in her ears was horrid as her mind tried to comprehend what had just happened.

The ship she was stationed on laid in ruins. The almost mile long ship was strung out over the course of fourteen miles it looked like. Deep scars in the red sand showed where parts of it impacted and smoke rose up into the air almost like a flag of surrender.

A paw suddenly grabbed her and hauled her to her feet as she stumbled about.

"Emma?"

The red vixen was hauling her across the hot sands. Clarity coming to her as she was slowly remembering the torpedo strike that took out the void shielding. They were going down... she lived! She was alive! Somehow she and others had survived the crash of their cruiser, though to what extent who knew.

"Come on, were not alone here!"

That got her to snap out of it and look about. She was right, the sands were lined with battle. Misshapened figures ran across the sands killing and shooting the wounded and confused. They were horrors to say the least.

"Where is everyone else?!" She had to yell over the gunfire and screaming.

"Gone! Everyone is gone fucking gone!" Emma was struggling to keep herself together as it was. Her eyes wide with barely controlled panic as she tried to get her friend to cover.

Did they live to only to die to these horrors on the ground?

Sudden puffs of sand shot up all around the couple as a few screams of panic came from the vixens. Sharue felt herself fall to the ground as Emma took cover. She could only scream in pain from the fall. Her injuries forcing a wave of nausea to wash over her, leaving her numb to the fear but frozen and useless.

Then she felt herself being dragged slowly to cover. Emma panting hard not daring to look out at what was shooting at her and her friend.

Sharue felt herself recovering a little bit as she sat up. Her mind couldn't even wrap itself around this situation. She was trained to fight and survive, sure, but this was something else. The horrors attacks and the screams. This wasn't a battle, this was a slaughter. Breathing hard, she looked over at Emma about to say something when she noted that the other vixen was looking up. Her face in pure shock, fear freezing her in place before Sharue looked up as well. The white vixen freezing too as a mangled nest of teeth looked down at them. Too many eyes blinked back at them as a thick gob of drool slopped onto Sharues face.

She didn't even know what to call it. It had too many arms, too many mouths and so many horns. It just shouldn't exist. Though the screams from Emma snapped her out of it when the creature grabbed the red vixen and started to haul her up.

Screaming in panic Sharue could only grab at the flailing red vixens arm trying to pull her back down as the creature played tug of war between itself and Sharue.

"No... NO!" Tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at her screaming friend. It was all she had left from the crash that she knew of. Her only comfort and safety and this creature had it.

A ear splitting scream cut through the air and Sharue felt herself fall back. She still had Emma's arm as she tried to drag her friend away from the creature. She felt confused though, hearing her friend screaming even louder with different sounds being mixed in. Sounds of bones breaking and wet sloppy tearing of flesh.

That was when she realized that it was just Emma's arm she had and nothing more. The monster having bitten it off as she screamed and dropped her friends arm. The screams had died down but when she looked up she saw something that would forever haunt her. Her friend half in the monster's jaws as it chewed. Blood coming to splatter down on her face and the last thing she saw was her friends maw opening and closing as if she was trying to say something. Paw weakly waving about as if to grab something to........

Sharue shot back to the here and now realizing what had just happened. The soul sand had pulled her almost past her bust into the sand as she screamed in anger. Anger at being forced to relive that painful moment of her life. One of the few things that still affected her greatly.

The only difference between then and now was she learned to react to it with anger and range instead of fear and panic.

Fear incited rage and that rage flowed through her. She hated it when something got through her emotional armor and forced her to dig deep into the feelings that she kept buried. The air thickening and condensing around her as suddenly a green glow flowed from her eyes. Pain, pleasure, fear, anger, hate, and misery all building until she let out a shock wave that exploded out with a force that could be felt in the many hive cities on this demon world.

She was quickly gathering herself and calming herself, though she could hear the laughing from the demon.

"You will lose some day Sharue."

It was rare for her master to use her name which meant that he had proven a point. He loved to rub it in and once her mind cleared from the flashback she had seen why. A crater miles wide was all that was left of the dunes that was around her.

Breathing hard she surveyed it. The demons frantic laughing forcing her to grip her staff and hunch looking to the ground. The image of her friend in the sands long gone, blown away by her rage. All she could do is clench her eyes shut and rest her forehead against her staff. It had won that round by forcing her to dig into her powers and showing that it was the one in control not her.

She loathed it for it knowing what buttons to push to force her to do things she didn't want to do. She hated it and that's exactly how it wanted it to be.

"I hate you......"

"Good I would have it no other way."

It took her several moments to relax and collect herself. Then, in terms of survival, she had to push those feelings back down deep and move on, keeping herself ignorant to one fact that she knew to be true. Her feet leaving footprints in the sand as she started her trek across the sands once again knowing that the demon will win. It was just a matter of time and how long she could fight it.

"I will kill you one day." She seethed out.

"I hope you do, mortal, because that would be a great experience to go through. But we both know in order to do that, you would have to become the very thing you fight to not become."

"I know...."

The wind whipping about her as she moved on. She allowed that hate to fester for a little bit longer before shoving that deep within her, too. Survival. That's all that mattered right now. Blinking against the bright red sands and hot wind she wondered how long she would last.

To be honest, her greatest fear wasn't dying on this hell world. That was a scary thought, It was if she was rescued would those that did accept her after everything she has gone through and did? The pain of not knowing if she could go back was the greatest fear and that was why she never thought about being rescued or let hope of rescue ebb into her mind even though it was there. Secretly lying in the depths of her mind screaming out into the void for help...

More to come....