Page 3 of Scream for Me

He woke me, yanking my hair, roaring, and rattling my cage before slinking out of the opening across the dark cave. I barely got a good look at him, but there’s no mistaking that he’s the monster from my room.

I might be an autassassinophiliac, but that doesn’t mean I’ll go idly to my death. Once the shock lets loose of my functions, I examine the cave around me—really examine it. There must be a way out of here. I can’t give up yet.

My cage is made of bones. I could wish for animal remains, but I’m no idiot. I see the size of a femur in the top corner and know the truth. Will pieces of me be added to this prison if I can’t escape? I can’t think like that right now.

The only source of light comes from strange plants growing on the walls—algae, almost. They emit a persistent, neon green glow that barely illuminates the rocky space. A pile of what appears to be random items is next to my cage. On the floor, on the other side of the bone bars, are two protein bars and a coconut shell-looking cup of what seems to be water. He’s feeding me and giving me water? The gesture terrifies me further. What is he keeping me alive for? I nearly cry when an ache reaches my core. This isn’t the time. Absolutely not. I stuff the disturbing feelings away and focus.

Perhaps I could find a weapon in the pile next to me. I just have to get out of my cage. I shake the bones, listening for a creak or break, but before I can examine my prison further, thunderous steps sound from the entrance. My eyes and mouth grow wide as I take him in. He stalks closer to me, his gaze murderous, and I back up with each step he takes. It’s stupid. There’s nowhere to go, at least not now. Not before I find a way out.

He’s only mere inches away, and I scream. He hums, as if enjoying it. I let the screams die in my throat, pushing away my panic. The dim green light isn’t much more than the moon outside my bedroom in terms of illumination, but I can finally take in his features. He’s as terrifying as I remembered—impossibly tall, his body covered in a thick fur, patterned with darker patches. He’s built, as if every inch of him is composed of muscle or the same substance that makes up the walls of his cavern. Two ivory horns fold in at the side of his head. His fangs jut out from his lower lip, and his eyes glow golden. I’ve watched a million horror movies, and yet I’ve never seen a monster like him. He’s engineered to break, to cause terror, to destroy. There’s no way to look at him and see anything else.

As I’ve been watching him, he’s been watching me. My heart hammers out of my chest, waiting for his next move. Finally, his arm swings in front of him. How did I not notice it before? Between his legs stands a massive cock. At least it looks like a cock, but it's also completely different. It’s the color of his darkest patches and must be the size of my forearm. It juts straight out from him, and the tip glistens, leaking a substance that drips down his shaft. He palms himself, lathering his hand in the gleam before stroking his complete length. I’m mesmerized and horrified by the sight. He’s without shame as he strokes himself. But of course he is. I’m his prisoner—his prey—and soon I won’t exist.

His eyes droop, shading the gold as he continues his strokes. I’m taking in all of him, lips parted and breath heavy, confused, scared, and unfortunately a little turned on, because yes, I’m a sick fuck. I gasp once I notice the base of his cock. Long, skinny appendages reach out, roaming wildly in the air. They almost look like a plant or mushrooms, but it’s hard to make out from a distance. One by one, the pieces of him take hold of his hand, burrowing under his fur and attaching to him, but he doesn’t slow. If anything, his speed increases as he pulls against the thin pieces of flesh. I can’t help it; my mind wanders. Oh my god. Are those used to keep what he’s fucking in place? I shudder with fear, which of course turns into a quaking cunt.

I cross my legs and feel my new arousal coating the inside of my silk sleep shorts. He sniffs the air, groaning with a low vibration as he increases the speed of his pumps. Can he smell me? Does he know how turned on I am right now? This is not good. This is everything I feared would happen if I revealed my perverse desires to a human boyfriend, except he’s no human. He’s a monster—a monster that clearly kills people.

I gulp, clenching my eyes shut. I try to think of peaceful images—sunflowers, meadows, little white bunny rabbits—but the monster roars and stomps closer to me. I open my eyes as he meets my cage, grasping a bone bar with one hand and with the other continues to pleasure himself. He wants me to watch him, probably demands I do. I’m too afraid to close my eyes again. At first, I try to keep my gaze on his eyes, but his stare eats away at me. He wants to consume me, his stare reveals as much.

My fear is too great, making me uncomfortably hot. I trail down his body, his large pectorals pushed against the bars, his defined furry abdomen, and finally his ungodly enormous cock. I can see it more clearly now. It looks as if it’s been doused with lube. The thin, slick pieces of skin attached from the base of him to his hand strain as he pulls harder and faster. His balls barely hang, tight against his body.

I moan, the sight oddly erotic. I can’t help imagining what it would feel like for him to slip inside of me. Of course, he’d have to force his way in, make entirely new space, break me into something new. He’d attach to me, holding me in place as he fucked me into delirium. It would hurt, maybe kill me. My useless survival skills don’t even stir. It’s like I want to be slaughtered, be ripped in half. Tears cloud my vision. I hate myself. I hate the prison of my body and mind, and I hate that I have nowhere to look but in the face of my perversion.

I gasp as large globs erupt from his tip. He roars, the sound nearly piercing my eardrums and shaking the bones surrounding me. His seed spurts onto my prison floor, wetting my feet. It’s so much, enough to drown someone if you forced their face into it. I hate that my brain imagines dying that way. I can’t look away, even as the need inside me rises in temperature and wetness covers my shorts. I whimper, the torment too much.

I notice something new—growing in size with each spurt from his cock. Another bulge rests above his testicles, not as nearly as pronounced but firm and expanding. I don’t need an explanation. I’ve read enough werewolf smut to know what that is. It’s a knot. He has a fucking knot. It all makes sense, the tentacles, the performance before me—he’s built for breeding. The question is, does he mate with his kind, or am I a prisoner he can fill with his offspring until they burst through my uterus? I’m not the first human he’s captured. It’s clear from the remains. If my theory is correct, mothers don’t last long in this place.

The tentacle-like attachments, release his hand as if sated. They rest at the side of his cock, hidden by his fur. He lets go of himself, barely shrinking. His member almost nuzzles into his fur, making only the enlarged knot visible. No wonder I didn’t notice it when I first woke up. Not that I had much time to examine him.

I return to his eyes, remembering that I should not be so fascinated by the workings of his sexual organs, regardless of what my traitor body craves. His eyes track every inch of me, and his large nostrils flare with angry breaths. Even with my newfound theory, why did he just jerk off in front of me? What’s the point of drawing this out? He could have taken me, driving himself inside of me until I ripped, choking on my screams. I try not to imagine it, try to stop the moan clawing at the back of my throat in anticipation. It doesn’t make sense, and the uncertainty of what will happen next is a slow and cruel torment. He pushes himself away from my bars, stumbling across the cave and slipping out the opening again. Maybe his plans require the torture, the fear slowly cooking my organs until they’re tender and boiling out through my pores.

The air lightens now that he’s gone, and the insistent need between my legs lessens. I exhale, so goddamn thankful he didn’t make me reveal how much I want the brutality. If he knew, he’d ruin me, and I’d allow it. I at least want to die with some dignity.

I don’t know when he’ll return, but I need to get the fuck out of here before he comes back. If I don’t, I’ll likely come just from the sight of his razor-sharp fangs before they rip out my throat.

Chapter 5: Marie

Somehow, I fell asleep. I could kill myself if the monster doesn’t get to me first. I spent what felt like an eternity chipping away with a loose stone at a section of brown bone. My eyelids heavied, and my adrenaline wore off.

I jolt upright, the sound of dripping bringing me back to consciousness. Thankfully, I’m still alone, and maybe there’s time for me to get out of here. As I take in my surroundings, assessing the corners for any sleeping monsters, I notice a crack in the bone down low. I kick at it, using what little force I have, and to my surprise, it breaks, bending outwards. I keep kicking until I’ve shattered the bars above and below, and there’s enough space for me to pull myself out. A jagged edge scrapes against my stomach, but I don’t stop, not letting the pain get to me, even after looking down and seeing the shallow but bloody cut.

I’m free of my cage, but there’s no time for relief. I rush toward the pile next to me, immediately finding a worn brown coat and pulling it over my shoulders. I grab two mismatched shoes—one a greyed sneaker and the other a work boot. Both are left feet, and all my items are at least three times too big, but I’m not wasting time looking for something that fits me properly. This isn’t a fucking fashion show. Instead, I search for any weapons. Sadly, the items seem like mostly clothing, wrappers, glasses, and various accessories. My heart keeps an imaginary timer, blaring that I’ve already wasted too much time. I scramble to gather the protein bars near my cage floor and shove them in my pocket. I gulp down the water. It’s mineral tasting, and for a moment, I panic that it will make me sick, but I don’t have any other choice. Humans don’t last long without water, and I don’t know how long it will be before I can find another source.

The wind howls at the mouth of the cave. I should be more frightened by what lies beyond the stone prison, but I’m left with no choice but to flee. A part of me hoped that I was still in my world, just hidden in a bizarre pocket of time. I’m in dark woods, but it’s obvious I’m nowhere on Earth. Roars and screams bellow in the distance, mixed with high-pitched yells and deep-throated laughs—the sounds of nightmares. It’s lighter than inside the cave, but not by much. The same neon-growing algae inside the cave are the only source of light, growing on impossibly tall trees and sparse rock formations. The trees are skinny, offering barely any foliage besides random thin arms protruding out at their bases. I follow the height of the trees, and a black and starless sky stares back at me. It could just be night, maybe light will come soon, but the realistic part of me tells me that’s not the case.

The monster is nowhere in sight, but there’s no relief. A twig snaps, and something hoots. Up above, creatures swing from tree to tree. Golden eyes stare down at me, each figure owning numerous pairs. I don’t waste time getting a good look at the things; there could be five or a hundred of them. I sprint in the direction opposite the cave. A pain disarms me once I pick up speed, and I cover the source, finding my hand covered with blood. I completely forgot about my cut until now, but I can’t let it slow me down. I keep running, the figures in the tree howling after me and growing closer.

I have no idea where I’m going. Now my mission is shelter, but I don’t see anywhere to hide. A noise grabs my attention to my right. I turn my head but don’t stop. It sounds like something is close, but there’s nothing there, at least not that I can make out in the low light. It hasn’t even been five minutes since I left my prison, and I’m already being hunted. How do I think I will survive much longer? There’s nothing else to do but run faster. I can’t let myself get freaked out. I turn my attention ahead, praying solace will appear.

The sound next to me grows closer, the ground rustling and labored breaths catching up. Thankfully, the weird multi-eyed monkey things swinging from up above seem to have left me alone. A thunderous roar behind me shakes the ground, followed by a gallop. Multiple beasts are running after me, and one of them has clearly scared away my initial monkey hunters.

Something flings against me, taking me to the ground. I scramble, flipping myself to my back to see my attacker, but nothing is there, even as I feel a scaly weight pressing down on my chest. Blinding colors flash before my eyes, and a new monster materializes. I scream, and the lizard-like creature smiles down at me with razor-sharp teeth. He vibrates a forked tongue, tasting the air, and his large googly eyes wobble in their sockets.

I fight against the beast, attempting to get away, but if his slimy scales and size weren’t enough to overpower me, he completely disappears every few seconds. He changes from red to blue to the forest around me. His grip tightens, six clawed hands wrapping around my arms and legs. A seventh member pokes against the center of my abdomen, and I make a quick guess at what that could be.

It’s all happening so fast. Thank God because I don’t even have time to turn my fear into my dreaded perversion. Perhaps I'll die with my dignity intact after all. I close my eyes, accepting my defeat, but a thunderous roar comes from above me, and I hate to admit I recognize the sound. My insides heat. The weight lifts off me, claws grazing against my skin. Sure enough, my monster—no, my most hated monster—stands above me, the scaly creature flashing colors in his grasp.

“Mine!” he screams as he rips the lizard beast in half, his muscles tensing, gore spilling to the ground. It’s the first time I’ve heard his voice, and it’s just as I would have expected, low and terrifying. He drops the severed carcass before focusing his golden gaze on me. His feline snout expands in angry breaths, and it’s not until he pounces on me that I curse myself for not making my escape when I had a chance, even if it would have only given me a few seconds' head-start. Instead, I just watched as he tore my attacker into two. “Mine,” he almost whispers the word, growling as he sniffs from my ear down my neck.