Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

Lilias cringed, her pretty face twisting as the ghoulish girl continued to let her hands roam, her body rub against her own. It was vile, unwanted...and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it! A healer unable to move, to aid her friend or herself as they laid helpless on the cold, hard floor of a once inviting room full of warmth and a spot of tea ready to be brewed in an all but forgotten corner. She tried to wriggle free from the vice like grip of the undead woman holding her fast, her pungent breath filling her nose, making her long for unconsciousness. But it wouldn't come. They wanted her to see, to watch as Carys was battered and bruised, defiled, devoured! Carys...Carys... Lilias sobbed. Tears streaked her pale cheeks, now flushed red from fear and exertion. Her dark hair stuck to her skin making it difficult to see, to speak. Carys' body was roughly manipulated like a ragdoll. Rough hands groping while a greedy mouth tasted and fed on her milky white flesh. Her blue eyes lost their luster as she stopped crying out, the ability to scream somehow lost as her body succumbed to the inevitable. It was devastatingly horrifying, the platinum blonde spit-fire was losing her spark, drowning...dying. Carys felt the claw slash at her abdomen, carving her skin like she was nothing more than a delicacy to be admired. Her body twitched, but she could no longer scream, her energy used up, gone. She was thrown onto her stomach, her organs spilling out of her as her own life began to seep away...oozing out just like her blood did along the floor. A rough grunt passed over her lips as she felt something big shove inside her exposed cunt, all her clothes torn as sinister laughs echoed in her ears. Lilias' cries were the only sweet thing that cut through the horror of the moment. But like her life, the sound was growing faint and Carys had to strain to hear it. For a brief moment, Carys' and Lilias' eyes met, connecting as they endured this torture together. Carys wished for her friend to not suffer this fate. It was too cruel to bear and Lilias too pure of heart. She was a kind soul, more giving than any she'd known. Groaning as her life began to ebb and blackness tinged her sight, she knew she was reaching the end. No...no! Lilias shouted! Carys was dying. She could see her friend slipping away as her body sloshed in her own blood while the creature pounded her once beautiful body, now mutilated, desecrated...she was utterly horrified at the sight before her. Weeping loudly, she didn't know what else to do. Their fate had been cruelly sealed! Despite it all, she couldn't let her friend die in vain. With all her might, she struggled against the undead woman, her ghoulish hands tearing at her gauzy dress, shredding it to get closer to her flesh. She wouldn't give up without a fight. It was the least she could do now that the terms had been made clear. Resigned to her fate, she was surprised when she was suddenly ordered to heal her friend. Lilias quirked a brow, her body stilling for a moment as she allowed herself to process what was going on. The creatures wanted her to heal Carys, to prevent her full death so that they could continue their fun! Just what kind of sick joke were they playing? Shaking her head, she didn't know what was worse...letting her friend die or prolonging her suffering. But she didn't have a choice. The woman and a couple other ghouls shifted above her, maneuvering her body so that she could heal her friend. Sobbing, lamenting, she followed their orders and she wondered what sort of hell she'd been thrust into. Carys felt her body growing stronger, wounds slowly knitting together as her organs slid back into place. Lilias' sweet voice rang in her ears...soft, melodic wordsa healing spell. She twisted her head to look into the healer's eyes, eyes fill with pain, sorrow, regret. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw one of the ghouls looming behind her, his body large as he continued to pound against her with brutal force. Her body was broken and sore, torn from his vicious thrusts. She was his for the taking...just as she'd been taken by him mere moments before.