390. The worst of night, 9

(Rose)

I regain consciousness, unfortunately exactly where I was before.

Though now, one of her claws is piercing my forehead and skull. I can feel her finger moving inside my brain.

I can feel blood drooling from the wound and onto my face.

She's doing something to me...

Her claw is pulled back abruptly. I don't die, even if it hurts and my skull now has an open wound.

She tweaked something inside my brain.

O - There. Your brain will not shut down like that anymore. Nor sleep anymore. That way we will be able to enjoy ourselves as long as we want to.

I can't even voice my terror anymore. It's not shivers, it's spasms that cramp around what's left of my body.

Her hands are gently opening my legs to her. I can't move! My mind is screaming itself stupid.

O - Now, let's get back to our business my sweet Rose. I'm going to offer you a deal. For old times' sake let's say.

A deal...

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O - I can reproduce now, like a mammal. I learnt how to do it from you, and I love that idea. So I'm going to give you a simple choice. It's either you, or them.

Them? My mind is too wrecked to follow her thought.

O - The other roses left behind. There must be dozens left. And your friends. Either you chose to become mine forever, or I will travel there and make them mine. I will capture all of them. I will remove their legs and arms, and make them my cattle. I will feed them their limbs and the ones who die. I will rape them until they bring my children to life into this world. And I will be very good at caring for my cattle so they can live very long limbless lives, breeding my offspring and theirs. All of them! Or just you... It's your choice now Rose...

My mind went blank in pain.

O - You can't imagine that future I guess? Well, let me show you what will be if you chose them.

Her claws jump toward my head and pierce my skull again.

After the sharp moment of pain, pictures and sounds appear inside my mind. I have visions of the hellish future she envisions.

Rows of women attached to walls of flesh. No arms, no legs, and no more real face.

They don't have eyes, ears, noses or jaws anymore. Only a brain and a throat. Pipes go into both. Pipes go into their anus and urethra in a gross manner. Cattle...

Some of them are heavily pregnant. Some are being milked like cows. Some are being raped by Ogre in front of my eyes. I feel dead.

The beast rapes one, making her suffer, and impregnating her. The seed reached the womb and settles. Ogre then pulls its appendage out of her sex and directly moves on to rape the one right behind.

Their urine and faeces collected feed or pollute the earth elsewhere, but the smell still is awful of flesh.

Crops feed the children and them, as well as the milk, and meat. The dead bodies are mixed into the broth to feed both children and them, forcefully.

Demons multiply.

They capture more roses, and other survivors.

Males are turned into food. Women are turned into cattle first. They're butchered alive and transformed into these machines that will never escape, until they eventually die.

They give birth to inhuman life, babies of strange appearance falling on the ground below them. Others coming to eat the placenta, and why not sometimes the mother alive as well.

They win. We lose. Forever.

~

The vision of hell stops.

I'm gasping, vomiting.

I'm almost relieved to see myself back in that decrepit building, and not in that hallway of horror with dozens of women turned into that thing's cattle.

O - So, do you enjoy that insight? I can make it happen. And the best part is I wouldn't do anything humans like you or your father haven't done before. Makes you think, doesn't it?

My heart is bleeding in more ways than one.

She brings a finger to lift my chin in a sensual manner. I vomit again but she doesn't care about that.

O - I know how much being raped means to you Rose. Since you blame on it how you turned to the beast you are today. So what will it be? You, or them?

My mind is in agony. It's the deal of a daiûa. A pact with the devil... You should never accept.

You can't trust anything she says, or rather, you can trust it too well... And that future...

That hellish future she shows me...

It's inhumane and I sadly know it's not an idle threat.

Somebody else might someday be able to stop her if she does that. But when?

When it's already too far gone? When it's too late?

I can't even ask her to promise me she would let them be safe forever if I chose the sacrifice of myself. Her word is meaningless.

The choice is a part of the torture in itself. And it works. It's breaking me.

I could think over it as long as I want or can. My choice is made up even though I don't want to admit it.

My terror is too great to endure. I whisper my, swallowing my tongue and mind.

It will be me...

For the faint, and slightest chance, that it might actually avoid or delay that vision of hell for everyone else...

I bowed in agony to the choice I would never have advised one to make.

Ogre laughs happily.

~

She didn't wait for long before beginning to violate me. The pain of that assault is beyond my imagination.

I feel shredded, inside out, at each pulse. And if that torture wasn't enough, she's breaking the leftovers of my mind with kind words and lies.

She says the man who raped me as a child was my father. That lie destroys me further.

She claims she had been Bleue all along.

That lie destroys me further...

She says she had waited for me to get everything I wanted, before she could rob me of it all. The higher she allowed me to rise in happiness, the deeper she would make me fall into despair.

I hope it was a lie... It probably is.

She's raping me violently, breaking my ribs, ripping my skin, making me bleed, and she's laughing.

I'm in hell. I'm dying, although my body she's not allowing to.

I'm in hell.

~

My consciousness isn't able to fade anymore. No slumber in any form comes to me anymore. The torture reaches new peaks of pain and suffering every hour, and every hour they go a step further what I thought would be the maximum possible.

It keeps going higher. I'm losing my mind as my memories, my identity, they begin to fade into that torture.

It's beyond wishing I could just die already.

I feel the beast ejaculating inside of me. I feel it tweaking my brain and my ovaries. I feel it reshaping my womb. Nothing of my body is safe, and nothing is left unsoiled by it.

All of me belongs to it... Down to my ova, my brain, and occasionally down to my very thoughts.

She's playing with that as well. She's learning to modify other areas of my brain to hijack my thoughts, and plays with it. Without any care for me, she's damaging some areas, removing some emotions for a while, and maybe bringing them back tenfold later.

I'm twitching in agony of sorrow and despair, soiled everywhere.

She tweaks another area of my head and nothing I can see makes sense anymore. I see things and colours, but I'm unable to comprehend them anymore. It's just painful chaos.

Because I can't sleep anymore, and neither does she, this game of torture is an endless stream of new horrors. On occasions, I can still feel or notice there's night or daylight outside. All of it is mostly punctuated by rapes.

One of her favourite plays once she grew able to master it, became to implement a fake thought inside my mind, and then to let me fight it. She enjoyed my struggles more than forcing herself in me.

I suddenly had a flash of feeling love for Ogre. And then my mind fought back that horrifying idea with renewed hatred and pain. She makes me fight against myself, using my own brain to torture me further and deeper.

Always further and deeper...

I'm forgetting languages. Mathematics. My past. My name.

Everything is vanishing. Only hell is left.

Forever...

~

Time passes.

I'm unable to count days or times she's force-fed me with who knows what.

My limbs are paralysed. My light has been extinguished from the beginning.

My barely able to move body is changing.

My limbs grew skinny I notice.

My tummy is growing larger and heavier, pressing onto my stomach and lungs.

I can feel the monster inside of me, moving.

Realising that it truly is happening breaks the few remaining pieces of my mind even further down into dust.

I'm nothing human anymore.

I'm just meat. In hell...

I'm closing my eyes.

Forever...

~