CHAPTER 49

"Oh... fuck..." The knot was slowly making headway as she loosened up, and she pushed herself onto it, feeling that thick bulge work its way inside of her. The Devil's Knot was no joke, and she wondered if she would ever be able to make it fit the rest of the way.

"Fuck it." She poured a liberal amount of lube all over her lap and forced herself down onto the cock. A small bulge formed above her pubic hair as the knot was shoved inside of her, and she clenched her teeth to keep from crying out.

The world buzzed again, and the room shook. She fell sideways off the tub, and the Devil's Knot slid with her, then popped free of the porcelain surface of the bathtub's rim. When she hit the ground, the dildo popped free of her and smacked the side of the tub with a loud splat, scattering lube all over.

"Ow, shit!" This wasn't what had happened before, and the sound of footsteps coming through the house and up the stairs filled her with dread.

"Sneaky little bitch," the demon said as he stepped into her bedroom, his eyes on her prone form. Beth used the bathroom counter to stand, and picked up the towel to cover her nakedness. "Looks like I found you."

He charged at her, but slipped on the lube and crashed into her legs instead. Beth scrambled over him, but he grabbed her leg with one hand and pulled her down.

"Ask me the question," he demanded, flames crackling around his eyes. "Ask me before this place falls apart!"

"Eat a dick." She grabbed the base of the Devil's Knot and smacked him across the face with it, covering him in lube and blinding him. He snarled and scooped lube out of his eyes, and Beth pulled herself into the bedroom, her outfit changing into a pair of overalls with paint on them.

The time mom helped me paint my room. It had been when she was fifteen, and her mother had declared that it was time for Beth's room to look like a grown-up's. The two of them had spent all weekend doing it.

That also meant that the floor was now covered in tarps and paint cans, and she stumbled over the ladder her mom had used to paint the ceiling. Oliver stepped out of the bathroom, goo dripping off his face, then grabbed Beth by her overalls and picked her up.

The world buzzed and shook so hard that the floor creaked beneath them. Oliver tossed her across the room and onto her bed, her outfit changing in midair into her red sequined prom dress, then a pair of pajamas. He showed her the razor sharp teeth in his mouth and held his arms out wide to reveal his distorted, demonic hands.

"You're almost out of time," he growled. The whole world buzzed again, and this time, cracks formed along the floor and ceiling. The painted sky out her window had giant cracks in it as well, and Beth let out a yelp of terror, then gritted her teeth.

"Never going to happen." She flipped him the bird and threw herself backward into her bedroom window. The glass didn't shatter, but split and stretched like old cellophane. She fell into her front yard, the breath knocked from her body, but she managed to get to her feet anyway. This place wasn't real, and she didn't need to breathe. All she needed to do was run, and she was now wearing a jogging outfit.

Her memories were cracking like glass and shattering all around her, and the buzzing now played nonstop. Everything tilted left, and she lost her footing and tumbled into her neighbor's yard. The trees and bushes were little more than painted pieces of particle board, and she bounced off the oak tree only to tip over the nearby hedge. Suddenly dizzy, she fell down a few feet later, her hands clutching at the grass to keep from sliding back into the street. Everything tilted until she was almost vertical lying on the ground.

"Do it now, Beth!" Oliver was digging his claws into the soil to crawl his way over to her, his crimson eyes blazing with anger. His skin was burning, bits of it falling away as ash. "Ask me how to escape!"

"I'd rather die than let you out." she told him, then let go of the grass.

She fell, her feet punching holes in the side of the house. That infernal buzzing was now shaking the world apart, and she tried to free herself to get away. Oliver slammed into the siding, the skin of his face splitting down the middle to reveal the scaly skin beneath.

"Then that's what will happen." He grabbed her by the throat and pulled her free, a large grin on his face. The whole sky now had a crack across it, and Beth could now hear angry shouting fill her world.

She met Oliver's gaze and spat in his face. "Looks like it's gonna be a tie, asshole."

The demon opened his mouth wide, and pulled her face into his jaws. She closed her eyes, trying to avoid the scream that had built up in her chest.

Olivers' teeth slammed together, just missing her face. Beth was yanked from his grasp, bouncing along the side of the house and coming to a stop at a pair of pale, bare feet. She looked up in awe at the dark and mottled spirit standing over her.

Jenny regarded the demon before her with curiosity, then looked down at Beth.

"You did thirst for blood, and with blood I fill you." Jenny's lips didn't move, her voice coming from everywhere.

"Oh, I know who you are. You don't frighten me, you—" the siding on the house exploded, turning into dozens of sharp, wooden spears that punctured the demon and held him in place. He made little gasping sounds, his limbs twitching in place.

Jenny grabbed Beth's hand, then pulled her to her feet.

"Do you..." Beth looked at Oliver. "Get me out of here, please."