The Demon Knows My Vice

Her body shook violently, but whether from fear or anger was something even she didn't know. Those piercing obsidian eyes of Moros seemed to burrow into her soul, laying everything bare. Her heart pounded in her chest, with every beat echoing the horrific truth that Moros had laid out before her. She was his plaything, a mere pawn in his twisted game. His words churned in her mind, a rough tide of fear and revulsion. She never stopped trying to struggle. Her silver eyes were bright and wild with desperation. She could feel him moving closer to her, his oppressive aura closing in on her like a dark shroud. His proximity seemed to choke the very air from her lungs, his infernal grin, splitting his face from ear to ear, sent daggers of panic ricocheting throughout her body. The sickening dread in Mariah's stomach pooled as she felt the distinct sensation of Moros's coat against hers. Every inch of her body screamed in protest, a deafening internal chorus that was drowned out by Moros's malevolent laughter.

Mariah's heart pounded relentlessly in her chest, her entire body trembling with terror. Fear swept over her like a merciless tidal wave, consuming every thought, every sensation. She squirmed beneath Moros's touch, her desperation escalating to a fever pitch as she felt his paw lifting her tail. The glint in his obsidian eyes was a terrifying reflection of her own vulnerability, a mirror to the abject terror etched across her face. She could almost feel his predatory gaze wandering over her exposed form, leaving a trail of chill that prickled her skin beneath her fur. Her throat felt dry, a lump of anxiety choking her words even as she tried to muster the strength to resist.

The agony of the moment was made worse by the silence that hung heavy in the air, broken only by Moros's cruel chuckles and euphoric moans. Each touch sent a shudder of dread rippling through Mariah's slender frame, her muscles straining against their invisible bonds. She was nothing more than a plaything in this demon's paw, an unwilling participant in his twisted game. Every sweep of his tongue was another violation, a transgression deeper into her private sanctuary. As the repulsive stench of his arousal filled her nostrils, she fought the bile rising in her throat, nausea intertwining with the raw terror that gripped her. Mariah’s mental cries of anguish were of no consequence. His satisfaction was clear in each taste he took, each lingering stroke against her vulnerable flesh. Her mind threatened to shatter under the weight of her own revulsion, terror, and betrayal of her body. Each lap of his tongue that invaded her; his every touch was an unspeakable desecration. The world around her seemed to blur and contort until all that remained was the sensation of his touch, the sick sweetness of his breath, the violent rhythm of panic. Her senses were overwhelmed, heightened to a painful degree. Every nerve ending screamed in agony, every breath was a struggle. She could feel the walls of her sanity beginning to crack, teetering on the edge of the abyss. Desperation washed over her like a tidal wave, the sickening realization that she was completely at Moros's mercy.

The words were like a hot iron brand against her consciousness, searing her with their cruel mockery. Her limbs trembled underneath his touch, the wordless scream inside her of defiance and repulsion unheard. Start running Mariah, because when I catch you I’m going to make you scream.

But just as the words rolled off his tongue, she immediately collapsed forward. A jolt of realization surged through Mariah. The paralysis lifted like a dense fog, leaving her limbs feeling unsteady and fragile. Despite the terror still thrumming through her veins, a spark of determination flickered within. She scrambled to her feet, every instinct urging her to flee, to run as fast and as far as she could from the monstrous figure looming over her. With a swift movement, Mariah pushed off with all her might, hauling herself up, and taking off with her tail tucked between her legs. But her limbs felt heavy, uncoordinated in the sudden rush of freedom. It was as if she was running through water, each step a great effort. Despite the struggle, her gaze remained steady- though her body trembled. Her attention was fixed on the nothingness ahead of her- to put as much distance between herself and the demon as she could. She dashed frantically through the echoing void, her heart pounding in her chest. Her breath heaved in ragged pants, each gasp filled with the acrid taste of fear. Yet as she ran, she couldn't shake off the crushing weight of despair that clung to her, the terrifying realization that no matter how hard or how long she ran, it seemed like she hadn’t gone anywhere. The distance never seemed to grow.

"Mariah Mendacium"