It is dark and damp and oh-so cold down here. Nearby, water trickles down the stones and deep down the narrow well in the corner I can hear that water flowing and the soft hollow sound old brittle bones make when they rattle together. I know he throws the bones down there after he feasts. I make no sound at all because he squats on his powerful legs across the small dungeon as he watches me closely. He seems curious, studying me as I lay slumped against the wet stone wall, and I - in turn - study him. Even though the light is dim I can see his snout and pale eyes - eyes that have only seen darkness - a snout that is keen for human scent.
From above in the forest comes the sound of men shouting to each other as they search for me, the way they searched for Maisie and Clarice and Philip and Gerard and Poppy and Lily and so many others. When he hears their voices growing louder, he shuffles quickly toward me, his long taloned paws close, quivering, and his pale eyes bore into my own as he looms over me. I know why he has done this; if I cry out to the men above to beg for rescue, he will silence me with one swipe across my throat. I can feel the heat radiating from his body and feeling it gives me relief from the cold.
The men are right above us now, searching the ruins of this structure that remains above ground. I feel him tensing, rising ever-so-slightly on his haunches, his eyes seeming to glow with menace. With my eyes on his, I lift my chin and bare my throat - ‘do it’, I think to myself, ‘if you’re that afraid, do it’. He tilts his head to one side like dogs do when they are trying to understand something, and when he is satisfied I am not going to cry out, the tension eases in his body.
The men’s voices grow distant then vanish behind the trickling and flowing of water down here and he makes to move back to the far wall.
“No.” I say softly, “Don’t go. I like your warmth.”
Again, his head tilts, but he moves even closer and now I can smell the scent of him; reptilian and hormonal.
“When I was a small child” I whisper to him, “I was afraid to go to sleep because I thought I might die before I woke. It was from that prayer, you know? ‘If I die before I wake …’ Why do parents make us children recite that?”
*I DON’T KNOW* - my ears hear only his deep, wet gurgling growl, but my mind hears his words.
“Is there more like you?” I ask.
*I DON’T KNOW THAT EITHER. I AM ONE, THAT IS ALL I KNOW*
“You must be lonely. Laying awake at night, afraid of sleep was very lonely as well.”
*ARE YOU NOT AFRAID NOW?*
“Will you release me?”
He hesitates, then: *… NO*
“Do you mean to kill me? Devour me?”
“If I cried and begged would I make you change your mind?”
*NO* this time he shakes his head.
“Then I am not afraid.” I say, “It is pointless to be afraid of what is inevitable.”
He makes a slow chattering sound and I think it is laughter.
“You are the one who has taken all of the children?” I ask him.
*ALL BUT THE ONE CALLED POPPY. SHE WAS KILLED BY THE MILLWRIGHT BECAUSE SHE WOULDN’T STOP SCREAMING AFTER HE RAPED HER*
“Poor Poppy.” I said, feeling that sadness, “The Millwright said he saw you take her.”
*NO. HE PUT HER BODY IN A SACK AND ADDED STONES AND DROPPED HER BELOW THE WATERWHEEL.*
“Do you kill us first then devour our flesh?”
*DEVOURING IS KILLING.*
“You don’t mind the screams?”
*CHILDREN DON’T SCREAM AS MUCH AS YOU’D THINK WHEN THEY ARE BIT. THEY GASP AT THE FIRST BITE, THEN MOAN AS THEY ARE DEVOURED.*
“Show me your teeth?”
He opens his maw. His teeth are long and curved, opalescent like a snake’s, and like a snake’s they drip a clear liquid from needle-sharp tips.
The heat from his body has warmed me, and seeing the teeth he will use has strangely calmed me. I open my thighs wide for him; an invitation.
“Where do you bite?” I ask has he closes his mouth.
*IT DEPENDS; THE CROTCH OR THE BELLY*
•FOR BOYS MOSTLY. I LIKE HOW THEY SQUIRM AND THEIR TASTE IS STRONGER THERE*
*THE BELLY. THEY CURL AROUND ME AS I SUCK AND THEIR TASTE IS SWEET FROM THE BELLY*
I reach down and lift the hem of my dress until it is bunched under my armpits, laying like a loose band across my chest.
*YOU ARE DIFFERENT THAN THE OTHER CHILDREN*
*I AM ENJOYING YOU*
“And I am enjoying you.” I whisper as I arch my back and push my belly outward, “I want to be bit now.”
He makes a wordless gurgling sound as he turns his head and opens his mouth wider than before. His teeth bracketing my entire belly.
“Slowly!” I gasp, finally feeling the fear rising fast in me. His teeth touch on either side of my flanks, then slowly move together, the needle sharpness penetrating easily, sliding through skin, fat, and muscle. I feel the little squirts of his venom tingling inside me and I know why the children don’t scream as I moan long and low.
My fear succumbs to a flood of pleasure spreading through my belly; upward, making my nipples tingle and downward, making my sex and bum loose and warm. It is the venom - the children he chooses are overcome by this pleasure. I surrender to it.
His long teeth slide deep and when they begin to squeeze I feel the liquid buzzing as I pee hard from the pressure and my breakfast rises up my gullet. I feel his reptilian lips close over my belly and he begins to suck.
He feeds for a very long time …
This is so sweet and moving <3
OilyGrrl should definitely have been in the nominations! "Will it Hurt" is my favourite so far…
I agree these are some of the best stories on here. You are a great writer, OilyGrrl. Keep it up. We appreciate these realistic (at least in the gore detail) gruesome stories. I’m a member of erotickynk’s site too and she writes very similar ones. I wish there were more authors like you two.