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Chapter 6 4

Chapter 6 4

by corruptorofall
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I don't even remember waking up this time.

One moment, there is an absence, so vast and painful that I can only return to my shell of a body, for fear of what I'll realize I've lost. The next, I'm standing, legs aching, head lolling, brain fried, and every single part of me shivering like a naked rat in the cold.

Whatever was keeping me upright failed, and I collapsed to my knees. Not even the hard, slicing pain of the gravely ground could make me regret my return to form. I lick my lips dryly, and widen half-lidded eyes to see around me.

Goddess is resting, lounging, sensuously seated on an outcropping of rock, as if she was born there, and will happily live there forever. She's daintily tracing marks of something on her dress, on her pearlescent skin. It shimmers red in a moment of glistening water reflection.

Blood.

My blood.

My face smiles for me.

It's her blood now.

She looks at me, pierces me effortlessly, returns to her post feeding ministrations, and I know every sensation I've ever felt can't come close to the intensity, the slickness, of what she is inflicting on herself.

Regality has never looked so playful.

In one corner, the Twins continue, unabated, unending. How long can two people continue to push their very existence to the absolute limit of human endurance? But then I remember, they aren't just humans. They're gifted. Super. Higher. And when life is one inevitable, silent, slurping orgasm, does food and water and sleep really enter into the equation?

One of them--I can't tell which--looks up at me just long enough to snarl, fluid dripping from her face. I see no humanity there.

I see an animal.

It returns to its feasting.

I try not to long to join them.

In the other corner of the room, as far removed from everyone else as possible, Listener sits, and rocks back and forth on her bony butt, arms wrapped around knees like a lost, frightened little girl desperate for someone to save her. But her bloodshot eyes don't expect my approach, and don't welcome it either, even as I crawl towards her, staring at her urgently.

I can't remember everything; I can't remember what happened after I was bitten, nor can I say exactly what Goddess placed in my head as I dreamed during her ravishing of me. But I do know that I came, and that I am sore, and that the clarity it's affording me is a temporary, dangerous gift, one that I need to put to use if there is to be any hope.

Listener shuffles away from me. She's disgusted by me, but whether that's because of hurt or sheer loathing, I can't say. I can't read her like she can read me, but I'm almost hurt when I realize she's making no effort to listen to my thoughts. She's closed off. Shattered.

Tonya.

She reads the freely offered word, rejects it, shuffles further away, mumbling something gently, fragile. I push forward. The pebbles and rocks stick to my hands and knees, but I welcome the pain. Anything to keep me focused. Anything to get us the hell out of here before she gains the upper hand over us yet again.

Tonya, listen to me. We have to work together.

A soft and derisive scoff is all she can muster before she returns to her keening and her jealous visage. Her eyes roam to Goddess, who ignores her with perfect ambivalence. Her jaw works as she swallows one more betrayal, one more loss of self. I press my advantage.

Tonya, listen to me. A few days ago, you'd never met this woman. She is influencing your thoughts. She is making you want things you don't actually want.

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She jerks her head towards me, and I see madness. I recoil. Wide, staring eyes uncomfortably full of blood drill into my being; they're not seeking anything within me, like Goddess' would. They're meant to fasten me in place as I'm scoured of all hope.

You dumb cunt.

The words are like a slap in the face; elegance and politics and diplomacy had never been the Flight's forte, but in the presence of Goddess, anything uncouth felt impossibly gouache. I push down a resentment I wouldn't have tolerated days previous, and I wait for her to elaborate.

You really think she's so kind as to wipe me clean?

I frown, uncertain. But these aren't the words of a brainwashed thrall. They're the words of a broken woman, clawing at the coattails of her destroyer.

This will be even more impossible than I thought.

If there is something left of Listener in there, I start, trying to phrase my words gently, but how do you speak softly in your own head?! We can help. We can find ways to reverse the damage, but to do that, we have to get out of here. We have to leave. Now.

Listener shakes her head, smiling, and I wish she would just scream at me instead.

"There's nowhere to go anymore", she whispers, voice breaking as a fresh batch of tears crawls across her cheeks. "She's a part of me now. Every part of me now".

Suddenly, she lunges at me, but when I bring my fists up to defend myself, Listener simply places her hands delicately on my face. She's stern, but not rough; determined, but not forceful.

Goddess looks at us luxuriously, and returns wordlessly to her bastion of bliss, as--

I'm elsewhere. A soccer field. The sun is belting down on me. I have no body, but I feel its heat. I'm small, six or seven. The black-hexagon'd ball is dribbling before me, and my heart thrills as I kick it as hard as my legs will allow, and it flies into the net, and there is such a cheer that my heart throbs, and I look over, and where there was no sun to see, there was warmth to feel, for Goddess stares at me, wearing a flowing summer dress and the biggest, proudest smile I've ever witnessed--

--and now it's raining, pelting upon me. There's no point in cover; I'm soaked to the bone, and I don't care about anything less, because Brayden is--who is Brayden?--he's holding my hand, and I look at it, strong and muscular and entwined with my slight form and painted nails and delicate touch, and I look into Brayden's eyes and the brownness that filled them has given way to jade, and lightning runs to my core as she leans in to kiss me, to claim me--

--and now my wedding veil hides the rest of the world in a veneer of shimmering fabric, and I hear the words that seal me to my husband, and he lifts the veil with red, jagged claws, and I fall headlong into the gaze of the Goddess, and she approaches me, lips immaculate, and our tongues swirl and intertwine as I let her into my soul, all of my soul, all at once, and Madam Magma's too--

And now she's on top of me, straddling me, and where there should be a stern but affectionate cock that reveals itself from his suit pants, there is only a long, shining black strapon, slick and glistening in the dull twilight, and I want it within me more than anything, more than my very spirit, and Goddess rears back and plunges it long and deep and smooth and reveals places I never knew existed, and can't exist without her and I need her more than air; more than anything, I need her to take me. Make me. Break me. Slake her endless, gnawing thirst with my blood, my lifeblood, I have to give it to her she needs it I need her to need it oh my god have it all drink me fucking dry--

I snap back, stumbling over loose shale, mind whirling, breath trembling, heart one long screaming retort. A shuddering hand reaches up to my neck, and I feel the familiar, deep sting in two places, and run my fingers over the semi-exposed punctures, and in that moment of utter relief I sigh with joy and almost fall over, content to lay and lay until I'm needed to Slake the Goddess again--

But my eyes are drawn to Listener--Tonya--and I see her silent scream of despair, and I get it now, I feel it in my soul.

How can Tonya live without her now?

How could she ever?

Goddess doesn't care; she never did. She knew, of course, that our minds were locked, that we were sharing--but more interesting entertainment, the Twins, drew her gaze. They are dead to the world; no speech or dream or tender touch would ever reward their liquified pleasure soaked minds like this eternal, frothing loop would.

She wants cattle over you.

I don't mean to think it, but it's in the air before I can stop it. Listener jerks up, stares at me, hisses like I've burned her, but I watch as my words sink into her gray matter, lace themselves to reason and intellect I'd thought long destroyed, and watch as her gaze slowly, slowly turns to the Goddess.

I can work with this.

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That's all we are. To her. Cattle. Some are more entertaining, more satiating than others, but it's who we are in the end. Is there a life, for them, anymore? Not a natural one. Not one worth living.

Listener keeps watching. I keep making her listen.

What will the Twins' family say? What will they do when they're free of Goddess' control? Will they hide their new addiction? Their new devotion to each other's sin? Can anyone come back from that?

I pause, letting the question hang. I need to see her grasp for it, reach for it like a fish seeking a morsel on a line.

A tingling sensation, delicate and probing, alights upon my scalp. I smile at her intrusion.

She wants the answer. My answer.

I think they can.

But only if we leave.

Right now.

A million words and a billion pictures slip between our thoughts as one, aligning themselves like a school of fish in perfect sequence.

A second goes by.

Another.

And then a flurry of motion from both of us, practiced for a thousand milliseconds in our joined minds, slammed together from needs and wants and overreaching agendas.

Tonya bolts in front of me, lifting her lithe form and lowering her head as best as she can with her collar still forcefully secured to her throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her staring into Goddess from ten feet away, staring and panting and grunting, almost savagely, and as I begin to wonder what this display could possibly be doing, a blast of energy erupts in my mind; gentle words, amplified a thousand times, clear my synapses of anything else for an instant.

Trust me.

I do. There's not a choice any longer, but the sound of someone confident in this hell is like water in the desert. Goosebumps surge through me despite myself. Goddess turns towards us suddenly, shock and rage and pure, sickly satisfaction at our gumption ruling her expression. Even the Twins stop their passionate embrace, growling and slipping upon each other's latex prison as they crawl forward, preparing to pounce at their owner's will.

I dive towards the back wall, across from the entrance I'd tried to clear so many days ago; I'm halfway there, legs burning underneath, when I realize that in all our momentary union of purpose, nothing guarantees that my powers will be enough to melt through the stone edifice. A growl builds in my throat, and with a throaty scream, pure white energy soars and spatters from my glowing hands. My magma slams against the stone, and for a brief terrible moment there is nothing, until the stone half melts, half explodes in a fiery ejection of mass, and I duck to avoid the rubble blowing towards me at a hundred miles an hour.

"TONYA!"

I don't wait, I can't wait. Waiting is lethal; at least to the me I am now. I have to believe Tonya's behind me, following along, escaping from Goddess' control like I am, and all I see in front of me is darkness. I stagger forward, snapping my fingers together and creating a brilliant glowing effect like burning magnesium. Before me is a wild arrangement of tunnels and rough off-cuts and paths that loop in and out of each other for an eternity. I'm blown backwards by the sheer scope of it. It's as if we've been enduring Goddess' torments next to a hive, a cave of... something.

The clack of Goddess heels is behind us, not running, not panicked or frenzied.

It's more terrifying than I can describe.

"Get down!" I shout.

With a prayer that Listener actually fucking listens, I twist my waist around, and fire a poorly-aimed jet of magma behind me. It streaks over Listener's hair by a fraction of an inch, and she staggers in fear but keeps up, hands blocking her eyes from damage. With a blast of light and energy, the magma missile hits the top and the side of the cavern entrance I'd just made, and the last thing I see before I turn the corner is Goddess' eyes peering at me, green in the gloom, and her growing, fanged grin.

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