The humidity in my bedroom was thick, a suffocating velvet that seemed to pulse in time with the flickering streetlamp outside. For weeks, I'd woken up drenched in sweat, the remnants of dreams so vivid and carnal they felt like memories. I'd felt eyes on me-dark, hungry eyes peering through the rusted slats of the ventilation duct above my bed. I'd heard the faint, rhythmic scraping of something moving in the walls, a sound that made my pussy ache with a dull, insistent thrumming.Tonight, the air smelled different. It smelled of ozone, scorched earth, and a musky, animalistic musk that made the hair on my arms stand up. I lay atop my sheets, wearing only a thin lace camisole, my skin glistening in the dark."I know you're there," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I can feel you breathing."The vent cover didn't just fall; it dissolved into a fine black mist. Out of the darkness, he materialized. He didn't step out; he bled into the room, a shifting, towering silhouette of obsidian s
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