Dead Horse

I am covered in my own shit, trapped in a body broken by amphetamine and enslaved by the fucking devil.

The first time I met her, it was the worst time of my life. I was fucked, a sitting duck waiting to be butchered. Everyone was dead. My legs were completely fucked, broken. Arm missing. Bleeding to death...

Her voice tore through the relentless gunfire. A soft melody flying through the firestorm. Time stood still when I finally saw her.

The angelic frame of perfection.

She offered me her hand - it was pale and cold to the touch when I took it. She took all of my pain away. When our skins touched. She made it all go away...

It all disappeared -

With a kiss...

Her tongue slid into me, into my throat. A strange mimicry of a worm slithering down my gullet. An independent organism - yet entirely connected and dependent on its master.

A parasite within a parasite's lecherous mouth.

I couldn't tear myself away from her and the harder I fought, the deeper she went.

I was trapped, completely at her mercy.

Once she was done toying with my tongue the bleeding stopped, the pain went away and time began racing again...

She said there will be a price to pay before disappearing into the fucking shadows but I could barely hear her over the sound of my own heartbeat and the insatiable lust scratching the walls of my throat.

Lightning struck and blood curdling screams echoed throughout the forest.

I survived but I was a slave to the devil. I became a whore of Babylonian, the cunt of Belial!

At first, I didn't know I was condemned to servitude to the lord of flies. At first, I thought I was saved. A lone survivor, a lucky bastard... I thought I was blessed by God when I woke up in the hospital.

Only after my body recovered, I realized I should've been dead.

My mind was raped and my innocence stolen away from me. My soul tethered to Abaddon by a selfish wish to survive where no man should.

The memories of my sins resurrected themselves in my dreams.

A mindless beast wearing my face.

Blue as death...

Swallowing bullets with its skin...

Unstoppable...

Demonic...

Possessed...

Tearing chunks of flesh from terrified soldiers pissing themselves in terror before the unspeakable emissary of death.

Their torn faces, their spilled guts, broken bones, their voices, their pain, their agony, my brutal metamorphosis haunted my dreams until I was afraid of falling asleep.

Tortured by the ghastly visions I gave up on sleep

Revolting sensations and sounds began haunting me around the clock. Sleep wrapped its hands around my necks, chocking me unconscious until the ghouls of my past awoke me once more whipping me with their intestinal tracts. The ones I've wrapped around their slit throats.

The constant flogging broke me and I forsook sleep. Stimulating substances... My saving grace... My divine light.

Caffeine

Cocaine

Amphetamine

The ghouls finally went away once I became one of them, injecting the miracle medicine into my stump until it bled raw and turned the shade of death

Blue and festering with pus.

The ghouls were gone but the devil was back. Her naked form as perfect as ever straddling a dying horse.

The lust in her eyes, it paralyzed me.

It was a hunger, a hunger for my rotten soul and I couldn't escape her fucking gaze.

I couldn't escape her... She drew closer with each passing day, with each fix.

The succubus drew closer and closer

Getting aroused by my pleas

Until the Amphetamine took me away from me

And she climbed on top of me

And whispered in my ear, while pinning me in place

"You belong to me, my fucking demon..."

And I found myself covered in my own shit, trapped in a body broken by amphetamine and enslaved by the fucking devil. I became her fucking horse. Confined to a hospital bed. Armless and legless, slowly dying in the sweet embrace of morphine lulled by the ecstatic moans of the devil who rides me like a loyal stallion every night.

The pain of her shaft sliding into me grows worse with each passing night.

Her voice grows more erratic, louder with each thrust while the shape of my pillow grows dimmer. The taste of sweat covered sheets turns sweeter.

The devil nears her climax and I am nearing my breaking point.

I can hear the unbearably inhuman voices of hell growing nearer.

They are shrieking, howling and crying for mercy and I am mirroring their anguish through my muffled moans.

I can feel the hell-fires ejected from the devil's jagged obsidian laced granite shaft melting my gaping bowels as she laughs in my ear. She leaves me covered in a pool of my own shit, blood and seminal fluid.

She has left me defiled.

Too defiled even for Death's rotten hands.

She leaves me confined in a broken body to be repeatedly murdered by the madness of my paralysis. To almost reach death's orgasm only to again and again be pulled away from the light.

To fuck me again and again with the cruel irony of sacrificing my soul to eternal damnation in order to save my own skin through the utter and complete submission to my own self destruction.