Edited by Rozezwild
"Jerk!" Julie slammed the cabin door as her boyfriend's Jeep tore up the dirt leaving her strained until morning.
The shutters rattled on their rusted hinges, crashing shut against the wooden framed windows. Rotten limbs fell on the tin roof screeching across and tumbling down crushing the porch.
Julie stumbled back into a long back rocking chair hoping that the flickering lights would not fail. A flash of light crept through the settled joists follow by thunder that shook the cabin from it foundation.
Julie toppled over to the floor along with the china in the open cupboards. She protected her head from the falling glass, and her ears from the noise.
The power failed.
A flame flickered in the fireplace.
Julie winced from the sharp prick of broken glass under her bare feet getting up from the floor. The blood seeped between the cracks in the floor boards. "Fucking great!"
The deafening high pitched tone of broken wood scrapping across the tin roof exploded mirrors, picture frames, and other matters of glass. The shrapnel blasted across the room. Julie ducked behind the sofa. The corner book shelf was not so lucky.
In the still, Julie listened to her own heart beat pulsating at the ear drums. The drizzle of the light rain hitting the roof brought her peace of mind. She pulled the small bits of glass from her hair and the bottoms of her feet. She winced seeing the blood pour out of a hole left by a large piece of glass.
Julie found a candle that had fell from the mantle and rolled near the sofa. She tip-toed to the fireplace and lit the candle. The blood dripping from her wound was sucked through the floorboard leaving not even a stain.
She squeezed the wax in her hand to settle her nerves. The small candle provided just enough light allowing her to maneuver through the debris. The trail of blood seeped through the cracks as it hit the floor.
Julie dug through the cupboards finding gauze and tape for her cuts. A compartment was covered in the back of one of the cupboards. A box was lodged between the boards. Julia wiggled the box free and bandaged her feet.
A brisk chill touched her back moving through her bones, causing goose bumps to stand in waves across her soft skin. Her nipples twisted to pain on tips her breast.
Julie clinched her jaws holding her gut tight to relieve her fear. She clinched the box in her arms and hobbled over to the sofa in front of the fire.
The fire blazed sending the logs popping and churning up through the chimney. Her body warmed, but her clothes clung tight against her skin and squeezing it tight.
The material began to heat, clinging tighter to her skin. She gasped pulling at her clothes. It peeled away like scorched dead skin. Screaming, she jumped up from the sofa. The stench of burning flesh blackened the air. Broken glass puncture her feet through the bandages. She ripped down the shower curtain falling into the tub turning on the water.
Julie screamed at each burst of flame that sent towels and other matter of cotton material into ashes. Her tears blended with the water from the shower as her clothes dissolved and flowed down the drain.
She curled naked in the porcelain tub shivering. The trail of blood flowed between the floor boards, the water from the shower stopped, and all was still in the darkness except the crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace. The flicker light shone through the doorway leading back to the sofa.
The cold chill came again sending her body into tremors. She whimpered and flinched yanking another piece of glass from the bottom of her foot. The blood crept up out of the tub and into the floor.
Julie could not see, but she knew she was bleeding badly. Her bottom lip trembled. Still, she tried to control her fear. The cold was too much for her to bear. Her bones ached forcing to move from the icy tub.
She tiptoed back into the main room peering into every dark corner. She knew she was no longer alone. She clinched her jaws watching every movement of shadow. She curled up on the sofa, wrapping herself with the sofa cover, and bandaging her feet.
The wind whistled and blew rain and limbs against the cabin outside. The fire settled emitting heat that thickened the air.
Julie tried to stay awake hoping for morning to come. Her arms and shoulders became heavier. She snuggled back on the sofa trying to protect herself as best she could. Her neck and back ached from the frozen shocks. The flames flickered.
Julie gasped jetting out her arms and legs. She looked down seeing the bed rising out of the sofa, chairs and tables sliding across the floor blocking the door and windows, as she hovered in mid air. Her body slammed to the sofa bed. The sheet bound her wrists and ankles spreading them apart. She jerked and twisted franticly trying to free herself. Her strong legs could not pull free.
The flames roared fusing the wounds at the bottoms of Julie's feet. She rose as much as she could feeling the dark shadow that crept over her. The odor of rotted animal flesh choked her.
"Leave me alone!"
Her hips were hoisted from the mattress and her legs stretched further apart.
"No! Don't!" Julie felt the smooth curve of the invisible probe press against her weary cunt. She pulled and strained against her ties. "Aaaaah!"
It thrust inside forcing her vaginal orifice to cling tightly. The girth of the invader surpassed any previous man or tool in her experience.
The helmet shaped tip and pulsating vine along its shaft left no doubt in her mind what had entered her though she knew not of what man or beast. Her hips pressed down as the cock thrust deeper inside of her.
