A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 6 Part 2
The path now could not be anymore twisted. I have to possess complete trust in my newfound partner. He says that he knows the way. In fact, he says he knows the path very well. I did not question Gustaf. Whatever his reasons may be, he seems terribly interested in killing Althia. He asserts that she is nothing but evil and has been harming Alice for quite awhile. I have several guesses as to how he may know Alice, and there is one that stands out. Father Gustaf has been sent here by some mysterious church that he has only loosely referenced. This church is far from ordinary. It's one that I have never seen nor heard of. From what I gather, they have an interest in beasts and their elimanation. My, what my perception of the world has become. Before I had embarked on this perilous adventure, the idea of beasts and their actual existence would have made me laugh. Now, after encountering and having killed so many, they seem as average as the sun rising each morn.
Gustaf and I had reached what appeared to be a large chasm within the mine. Gustaf stopped moving, letting himself seem to blend in with the surrounding darkness. He said, ever so quietly,
“There, there…”
Below stood what seemed to be a gathering of six beasts. Each one had a crucifix behind them where six naked women were tied up. They seemed to be alive, although malnourished and scarred all over. Their fleshly bodies even bore burns and cuts, and each one moaning with their unbridled pain. The beasts that guarded them carried both long leather whips and lanterns, their faces illuminated, revealing black eyes and emotionless scowls. Despite the impossible odds, Gustaf saw his opportunity. He asked, with no sarcasm in his voice,
“Are you ready to play hero?”
His quick approach became my own, and we began to slide down the embankment, catching all of the beasts by surprise. My gun would be of no use here. I drew one of the larger knives that Gustaf had given me, and began to fight for both the maidens’ lives and ours. Gustaf became a devil in combat, whirling and bringing two beasts suddenly to their end. As for me, I managed to catch one of them off guard, slitting its throat. The blood spray from the afflicted beasts neck covered my clothes, ozzing down my pants and to the ground. As I smelt the slain beasts blood, I, too, became frenzied, and felt myself enter some euphoric trance, one that made my body break out into a cold sweat. As my body resounded with ecstasy, my hands became like claws, and my jaw proved to be a formidable weapon in my mind. I leapt on one of the remaining beasts, clambering up its white fur, and drove my nails into his eyes. As the beast was blinded, I bit its neck, ripping off a piece that I savagely consumed. As the beast glared at me, it tried to escape me, digging its claws into my chest, ripping holes in my coat. I ignored the sting of the bloody wounds that it had branded me with as I knocked on its skull. I broke its horns off, and I became amazed by the extreme force with which I had so easily bludgeoned its head. As the beast fell to the ground, lifeless, I had discovered that one beast had survived our onslaught. As both Gustaf and I charged the confused creature, it crouched, preparing to deliver one last flurry to its chosen target, which was Gustaf. As he and the slender feminine beast grappled, I noticed that the beast was dangerously close to his throat. As the dirt-covered beast drew close to Gustaf’s exposed jugular, I grabbed her jaws, pulling them apart, snapping it in two. Then, after the beast fell to the ground, I drew my serrated knife, and stabbed through its eye, puncturing the brain. The female beast conceded, and we discovered the dark truth about each of our defeated foes. Somehow, they had been human, as the fur and horns were only some sort of primitive manifestation.
We freeded each of the shackled maidens, who were most gracious to us. They had remained silent throughout the battle, and spoke few coherant words. They were not unlike the beasts, and several of them were eager to please the two of us. In exchange for the pleasant orgy that I was about to partake in, they wanted to be left there, so they may feed their lustful hunger with each other. Father Gustaf had rejected their offer, and laid down, sleeping through the noisy sex that I had with all six of the women. The blood of the beasts had given birth to my temporary extreme libido, and I had taken several of them at once. Their breasts, lips, and all of their other heavenly endowments were to my delight. We had all sorts of sinful pleasures, with my swollen member thanking each one of them thoroughly with my man juice, which I had used to cover each of them with. It had been so long since I had such intercouse, and as I had worn out each of the beastial women, I knew the wait had been worth it. As I had dressed and kissed each of the white-haired women goodbye, I made empty promises to return to them later. Honestly, it was tempting to stay with them here, but the yearning I had for Alice was even greater. As I awoke Gustaf, he laughed, groggily. He rose to his feet, and dusted himself off. He said, dryly, remarking of my deeds,
“The beast always has such desire.”
The beast, hm. It's true what I felt was there. As I struggled to maintain my humanity, I realized my hunger had increased, that for food and edifying passion. Whatever has became of me cannot be undone. It's horrible, really. Still, I like it. What a riddled mess I've become!
Chapter 6 Part 2
The path now could not be anymore twisted. I have to possess complete trust in my newfound partner. He says that he knows the way. In fact, he says he knows the path very well. I did not question Gustaf. Whatever his reasons may be, he seems terribly interested in killing Althia. He asserts that she is nothing but evil and has been harming Alice for quite awhile. I have several guesses as to how he may know Alice, and there is one that stands out. Father Gustaf has been sent here by some mysterious church that he has only loosely referenced. This church is far from ordinary. It's one that I have never seen nor heard of. From what I gather, they have an interest in beasts and their elimanation. My, what my perception of the world has become. Before I had embarked on this perilous adventure, the idea of beasts and their actual existence would have made me laugh. Now, after encountering and having killed so many, they seem as average as the sun rising each morn.
Gustaf and I had reached what appeared to be a large chasm within the mine. Gustaf stopped moving, letting himself seem to blend in with the surrounding darkness. He said, ever so quietly,
“There, there…”
Below stood what seemed to be a gathering of six beasts. Each one had a crucifix behind them where six naked women were tied up. They seemed to be alive, although malnourished and scarred all over. Their fleshly bodies even bore burns and cuts, and each one moaning with their unbridled pain. The beasts that guarded them carried both long leather whips and lanterns, their faces illuminated, revealing black eyes and emotionless scowls. Despite the impossible odds, Gustaf saw his opportunity. He asked, with no sarcasm in his voice,
“Are you ready to play hero?”
His quick approach became my own, and we began to slide down the embankment, catching all of the beasts by surprise. My gun would be of no use here. I drew one of the larger knives that Gustaf had given me, and began to fight for both the maidens’ lives and ours. Gustaf became a devil in combat, whirling and bringing two beasts suddenly to their end. As for me, I managed to catch one of them off guard, slitting its throat. The blood spray from the afflicted beasts neck covered my clothes, ozzing down my pants and to the ground. As I smelt the slain beasts blood, I, too, became frenzied, and felt myself enter some euphoric trance, one that made my body break out into a cold sweat. As my body resounded with ecstasy, my hands became like claws, and my jaw proved to be a formidable weapon in my mind. I leapt on one of the remaining beasts, clambering up its white fur, and drove my nails into his eyes. As the beast was blinded, I bit its neck, ripping off a piece that I savagely consumed. As the beast glared at me, it tried to escape me, digging its claws into my chest, ripping holes in my coat. I ignored the sting of the bloody wounds that it had branded me with as I knocked on its skull. I broke its horns off, and I became amazed by the extreme force with which I had so easily bludgeoned its head. As the beast fell to the ground, lifeless, I had discovered that one beast had survived our onslaught. As both Gustaf and I charged the confused creature, it crouched, preparing to deliver one last flurry to its chosen target, which was Gustaf. As he and the slender feminine beast grappled, I noticed that the beast was dangerously close to his throat. As the dirt-covered beast drew close to Gustaf’s exposed jugular, I grabbed her jaws, pulling them apart, snapping it in two. Then, after the beast fell to the ground, I drew my serrated knife, and stabbed through its eye, puncturing the brain. The female beast conceded, and we discovered the dark truth about each of our defeated foes. Somehow, they had been human, as the fur and horns were only some sort of primitive manifestation.
We freeded each of the shackled maidens, who were most gracious to us. They had remained silent throughout the battle, and spoke few coherant words. They were not unlike the beasts, and several of them were eager to please the two of us. In exchange for the pleasant orgy that I was about to partake in, they wanted to be left there, so they may feed their lustful hunger with each other. Father Gustaf had rejected their offer, and laid down, sleeping through the noisy sex that I had with all six of the women. The blood of the beasts had given birth to my temporary extreme libido, and I had taken several of them at once. Their breasts, lips, and all of their other heavenly endowments were to my delight. We had all sorts of sinful pleasures, with my swollen member thanking each one of them thoroughly with my man juice, which I had used to cover each of them with. It had been so long since I had such intercouse, and as I had worn out each of the beastial women, I knew the wait had been worth it. As I had dressed and kissed each of the white-haired women goodbye, I made empty promises to return to them later. Honestly, it was tempting to stay with them here, but the yearning I had for Alice was even greater. As I awoke Gustaf, he laughed, groggily. He rose to his feet, and dusted himself off. He said, dryly, remarking of my deeds,
“The beast always has such desire.”
The beast, hm. It's true what I felt was there. As I struggled to maintain my humanity, I realized my hunger had increased, that for food and edifying passion. Whatever has became of me cannot be undone. It's horrible, really. Still, I like it. What a riddled mess I've become!
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