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“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

The two demons were still laughing when the mirror bled pure red. Thick black smoke poured out from the glass like oil, spilling across the bedroom floor. From that darkness, three more figures stepped forward, making it five in total. These weren’t men anymore. They were tall, horned nightmares — curved black horns scraping the ceiling, red eyes burning like coals, muscles rippling under skin that looked scorched. Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops.

The other guy on the night shift better has a damn good explanation for this bullshit. Angered at whoever was behind this sick shit show, he slowly stood up. She was dead, and the dead can't harm the living. He took a closer look at her face. Her face slowly formed in his mind; he knows her. Could this be the same person he had sex with a few hours ago? Jesus! She is the one. His heart was pounding and he felt as if every hair on his body turned instantly grey. But that's not possible; spirits can't have sex with people still alive. Or was he dead too? You can't be dead, idiot, you are still breathing in this detergent contaminated air. The voice in his head told him.

“My filthy toy, your nipples beg for me, not Sophie’s pathetic lies.” He stepped back, pulled her diary from his bag, and his smile turned wicked. “Read your last entry,” he said. He handed her the small notebook. “Rub your pussy while you do.” Eva’s fingers shook as she opened the diary and found her words about their lecture hall sex. “He should fucked me until I loose my memory,” she read. Her voice wobbled, and her fingers slipped between her thighs, brushed her clit, already slick from their sex. “Mmm,” she moaned. Her pussy pulsed, and her eyes stayed on Hayes.

he whispered, the confession seeming to shame him. Francine’s grin widened. Perfect. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the frantic heartbeat beneath. “That’s okay. I’ll teach you.” Her other hand went to his belt, unbuckling it with swift, practiced moves. “You have a big cock, Harry. I saw it. Let me see it properly.” She undid his trousers, pushed them open. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, curving up against his stomach. It was magnificent—long, with a smooth, flushed head. Francine moaned softly at the sight. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

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