18 You were lonely, were you not?

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This is a nightmare. It can't be explained otherwise. People don't shed skin suddenly and grow super tall. Morita Aiko prays that someone would wake her up. Though she's not a firm believer of gods, she visits temples frequently to pray because of her devout mother. She closes her eyes and chants the name of the gods that she's been taught by her mother. She wants to wake up.

"Heavenly Father, I call on you in this desperate time. Please save me from the tainted ones." She's sure that she will get a heart attack and die in her sleep if this nightmare continues. The gods must listen to her. They must help her. She needs to get away from this creature. "Please wake me up from this nightmare."

A burst of delirious laughter interrupts her prayer. The creature's face is suddenly only inches away from her. It's too real: the smell of the dead assaulting her nose, the growing gelidity in the air and the creature's raving eyes that sends cold shivers down her spine. She freezes on the spot again when his claws seize her by her arms. Her blood turns frigid. The atmosphere is so heavy that she finds it hard to breathe.

"Aiko Chan, gods can't help you. You have been already tainted by me in your dreams," He tells to her gaudily. "You have responded to me in your dreams. You invited me to your house. My Aiko chan, I have been waiting for so long to give you the love that you have wanted for so long. You were lonely, were you not? I am here for you now."

Dreams. Her mind begins to clear up. The realization hits her.

Those dreams were not just wet dreams. It was this demon. He's been defiling her in her dreams. Then, it was never Yoshiyuki at work. Was it all an illusion? Where's Yoshiyuki?

She blinks her eyes at the creature. "What did you do to Yoshiyuki?"

The creature grips her forearms hard. She shrieks in pain when the bones break in half. The visions become blurry when the tears fill her eyes. Breathless due to the stinging pain, her chest heaves rapidly.

"Aiko chan, Aiko chan." When the creature calls her name with excitement, she feels as if numerous spiders are crawling under her skin. Her reaction pleases him. "You are extraordinary. I must awaken you first."

She barely has a grip on the mind-numbing pain when she hears his penetrating laughter again. Why is no one coming? The neighbors must have heard her scream and this lunatic's laughter. She can't move her arms. She screams even louder. "Please let me go."

The Phantom Artist tears her skirt. The pieces of fabric float in the air, slowing falling like snowflakes. The time seems to be slowing down in the apartment. The hands of the clock slow down with each tick. tumultuous

Morita Aiko screams for help. "Someone, please help me."

"Aiko Chan." His claws delve into her thigh, piercing her skin. Blood gushes out of her pale smooth thighs. She hollers in excruciating pain. Nobody can hear her. Nobody knows what's happening in that apartment. The clock is ticking slower. The air is turning colder, opaque and caliginous. Her screams become hoarser. The creature basks in the fear that is overwhelming her. He unties his robe, revealing his malformed piceous phallus.

"Please let me go... Don't do this to me..." She shakes her head, sobbing and begging to the creature who is feeding on her emotions. Her misery is energizing him. She's a virgin, carrying the blood of an old witch. She's unaware of her origin, not fully asleep. He's been eyeing this nearly rare creature for a long time. All the efforts have led to this moment. He can finally feed on her. After absorbing the power of this witch, he only needs one more before he can become a low-level third-tier demon.

"Aiko Chan, don't hold back. You are a pleasant one." She wails piercingly when he widens her legs. "Give it to me."

He plunges it into her vigorously, shredding away the obstruction. He moves his hip against her, tearing her canal. His prick grates the wall of her vagina, causing tears inside her. The pain shoots through her body. His penis swells inside her, sucking her essence. She hears him groaning her name in ecstasy. Something seems to be leaving her body with each thrust. She cries until her voice becomes hoarse. She wishes for death.

How many hours are gone? How many days are gone? The door is there. It's not ending. Death is not coming. Gods are not helping. Nobody is coming to save her.

The time on the clock is not changing.

He thrusts deeper into her, bruising the wall of her womb. Her body starts to feel a forbidden pleasure. She smells her blood along with the creature's sugary sweet scent. She's too numb to think clearly. The pain gnaws on her soul, undoing it layer by layer. The wounds on her body begin to heal. The phantom has been waiting for this moment. It's about time.

She whelps when he cleaves her clitoris in half using his nail. The blood trickles down to the floor, drawing out in all directions; it forms an ancient character on the floor beneath them. She begins to see the monster in front of her vividly.

She has to escape. She has to live. She can't give up. She looks at the door. All she has to do is reach the door.

The ancient character is complete. The creature begins to drain the awakened powers out of her. Wide awake and clear-headed, she feels something being forced out from her. The same power seems to be fueling her, telling her to fight. She clenches her teeth and kicks the creature's chest. Her physical kick is enamored with the strength that comes from the blood of the ancient witch. He falls back, baffled by her sudden action. Usually, his other victims wouldn't gain clarity until he was gone.

"You are more powerful than others." The creature eyes her with awe. "Aiko Chan, give it all to me."

It's painful, but her body is healing. She stands up on her feet and eyes the beautiful character on the floor. Each stroke is flowing like water. She can't recognize it. Her intuition is telling her that she must get out of it. Letting out a harrowing laugh, he steps closer to her. If she resists and fights him, it's even better. Morita Aiko doesn't have a second to spare. She follows her intuition and wipes a stroke of blood before she jumps out. The demon screams. The clock ticks again.

"Morita Aiko, come back." His howl echoes in the room.

She runs out of the door, not looking back once.