"That son of a bitch," he said trying to calm down before going to check his laundry.
As the elevator door closed, Emily stood there staring at the number five while she held her basket of laundry in her arms. The bruise on her left eye was actually from where her piece of shit husband, John, who had hit her last night. He was currently upstairs asleep on the couch after coming home drunk off his ass before he gave her this mark on her face.
She knew that Ryan knew the truth, but she also knew her husband would probably hurt him or worse if he tried to help her. He was a good guy, and Emily often thought about how much her life would have been different if she had gone for a guy like Ryan when she was younger but deep down she knew it was just a fantasy.
She pushed the button and felt the elevator start to lift as her heart sank. She wanted nothing more than to run out the front door and never come back but she knew she couldn't, or at least knew she would get far if she did. Sometimes she even considered hiding in Ryan's apartment after poisoning John's dinner or something, but of course, it was just another fantasy.
The lights suddenly began to flicker and the elevator screeched to a halt. "Oh come on," she said hitting the buttons, trying to get it moving again before the lights turned off completely. "What the, I really don't need this today," she said practically ready to cry considering the state she was in as the red emergency lights came on. As she was ready to grab the emergency phone, she suddenly heard a growl. "Wha..... what was that?" She asked herself, knowing there was nothing in the elevator with her before she dropped her basket. "This is freaking me out, someone, help!" She yelled banking on the metal door before she heard metal bend and suddenly felt something grab her wrist. "What...... what the fuck?" She said seeing what looked like a large demonic hand grabbing her from the wall before another ripped through the floor and grabbed her ankle. "Oh my God, help me..... PLEASE, HELP ME!" She screamed before more hands ripped through the walls of the elevator, holding her in the air before the door suddenly opened.
The hallway was dark like the whole floor had lost power but she heard that growling again before two red eyes emerged from the darkness. They moved closer and the growling grew louder as she couldn't escape the grasp that was holding her. She heard a voice say the word "Zuul" before whatever this creature was lunged at her, creating a cloud of smoke around her as the hand let her go, dropping her lifeless body to the floor.
The lights came back on, and all the holes that had been ripped through the elevator were gone. The lift arrived at the fifth floor Emily opened her eyes and pulled herself to her feet. As she stood up she moved her head, cracking her neck as her eye's had a strange yellow glow to them.
She stepped off the elevator leaving the basket of laundry behind as she stepped off and headed back to her apartment. She stopped for a moment looking at a mirror, seeing the bruise on her eye, growling a little before the black and blue mark faded away and her eye was as good as new.
"This should be fun," she said in a voice that sounded like Emily's but had a growl behind it.
She stumbled a little, feeling weak and tired, not really sure what was happening. She knew something was wrong and she had been forcefully summoned and that Gozer was missing, but for now she needed energy and she figured Emily's husband could provide power, and more as she approached the door to Emily's apartment.
As she opened the door, John was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, holding it. "Hey Babe, get me some aspirin," he said seeing his wife walk in. "My fucking head is killing me."
"Oh, I know a way to make you feel better," she said walking over to him as he glanced up and saw her looking down at him seductive smile on her face.
"What's got you so turned on?" He said before he stood up and gently pushed her out of the way, heading for the kitchen. "Guess I'll get it myself."
Emily let out another growl as her eyes glowed red before she grabbed her shirt, ripping it off as her clothing transformed into a red dress, similar to the one she wears every time she takes a mortal's body. She turned and followed John into the kitchen as he drank some water to wash down the pill.
She grabbed him and spun him around, pulling him close and kissing him wildly. "Emily, what the fuck are you doing, and what are you wearing?" He said noticing the sudden change of clothes. "Knock it off before I give you another....." he said lifting his arm before she grabbed his wrist and squeezed it until he heard a snap. "Ouch! What the..... you broke my fucking wrist you bitch!"
"There is no bitch! There is only, Zuul," she said grabbing his pants and ripping them open before throwing him on the floor. "I will show you what a true alpha predator can do," she said with a growl raising her hand. John felt something strange like a fire in his crotch as his penis became erect but felt like it was burning from the inside before she jumped on top of him, impaling herself on his cock. "I'm am going to fuck the life out of you, and take whatever I want," she said as horns sprouted from her head and she pushed him down on the floor, moving her hips and milking his cock as he felt demonic pleasure and pain at the same time.
John moaned and cried out in pain as his demon-possessed wife bounced on his cock. He didn't feel right as he felt the strangest orgasm building between his legs that felt amazing but also terrified him at the same time.
"Do you like this body?" She said before ripping her dress off. "You think you have power over it? Do you think you have permission to damage it? You think you are strong?" She said taunting him. "Even the gatekeeper of Gozer is disgusted by men like you, and you will pay for your ignorance."
Emily's hands became more rigid turning into claws before she brought them down on his shoulders, dislocating one of them. His cries of pain were music to her ears as she felt his cock twitch inside her. She had used her powers to fill his cock with demonic lust which can be either painful or incredible depending on how she feels at the time. She knew this man was a terrible excuse for a human being and neither her host body nor anyone else would miss him when she was done with him.
"Emily........ please," he pleaded one more time.
"There is no Emily, there is only Zuul!" She said with a grin. "That's it, cum you pitiful mortal, cum for me, cum the final time of your pathetic life!" She said as she transformed into her true Terror Dog form as he cried in fear. Her pussy squeezed his member like a vice, making his cock erupted inside her before she opened her jaws, taking his head in her mouth and biting it clean off and letting out a final roar that shook the building.
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A few moments earlier, as Ryan was collecting his clean clothes, he had no idea what was happening in the elevator and to Emily right then and there. He was alone in the washroom and still fuming about the bruise he saw on her face and wanted to head upstairs and punch John in the eye, just to see how he likes it.
"What the..... hello?" He said, thinking he had heard something in the hallway. "Emily is that you?"
This strange feeling came over him, almost a feeling of dread but he wasn't sure why. The lights began to flicker which left him feeling a little unnerved as well because he felt like he wasn't alone as he peaked around the corner of the hall, not seeing anyone.
"I guess I'm losing my mind," he said with a chuckle as he suddenly heard a growl before the lights went out altogether. "Oh shit!" He said before seeing red eye's in the darkened washroom and he felt a chill up his spine before running for the stairs. "Fuck this!" He yelled as he ran up the stairs trying to get away from whatever was down there.
He got to the first floor and ran into the hallways, stopping to catch his breath as he felt a little safer but soon, the lights began to flicker again. He looked up at the lights before turning back towards the stairs, waiting for something to charge at him from the door.
"What the...... fuck this," he said before he turned to run for the front door just to be stopped by a white mist in his face before he saw the demonic face and glowing red eyes charge at him, knocking him to the floor. "Couch, what....... what the......" he said as he felt strange, trying to get to his feet. "What the fuck was that?"
He felt that something wasn't right but he wasn't sure what. A few dark images appeared in his mind which had him a little freaked out but he felt dizzy and sat down against the wall, still coughing. He heard a voice that said Keymaster as he spun around thinking someone was behind him but there was nothing there.
"What the fuck..... what the fuck is going on?"
"Ryan?" A voice said as he turned and saw an older woman named Joyce who lived in the building as well. "Are you okay?"
"I..... I'm...... are you....... are you the Gatekeeper?" He suddenly asked her, not even sure why.
"The what? Are you alright?" She asked again.
"I, yeah, I think so, just got startled by something in the washroom downstairs and......... I cam up...... here?" He said as if he was confused all of a sudden.
Joyce gave him a strange look. "Heart of a lion this," she said half teasing him as she walked past him and headed for the elevator.
Ryan stood there, feeling this strange growl deep within himself. He didn't feel quite like himself but he wasn't sure why. He was sweating and even felt this strange lust come over him. His mind suddenly went to Emily and even considered going upstairs to see her.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" He said, realizing he was still standing in the front lobby.
