Vile – Chapter 3 – Nightmare

What had felt an eternity passed since the two of them had rescued her, a buxom young woman with golden hair they had come to address as Sunflower, and in all that time she had not spoken so much as a single word to either of them. The fiery haired Lily had a seemingly endless array of questions and comments to barrage her new friend with, in some vain attempt at getting so much as a peep from her; it was to the point that the towering Carna had begun to ignore it, taking only moments to glance back from her lead to ensure their security, as she made her way through the dark forest. In all the time they wandered very little had occurred in such an unfamiliar and uncomfortable place, and it was this continual peace that had finally made the three women comfortable enough to decide to take rest in the alcove of a large boulder-like ivory structure overlooking a distant luminous heap of dust. Though she had seemed traumatized and tormented from her recent assault, Sunflower appeared strangely comfortable with her new companions, perfectly content to huddle close to Lily against the back of the alcove in the red haired girl’s embrace. Carna took a more obvious position at the front of the opening, her long legs stretched across the entrance with her sturdy frame propped against the side, as if presenting herself as a barrier to the outside world to protect the others.

“…Maybe she won’t talk because you do all the speaking for her.” Carna nodded her head towards the now sleeping Sunflower, gazing in Lily’s direction as she spoke with a subtly light-hearted tone. “Hey!” Lily spoke up in protest, “I’m just trying to get some life outta her! She’s gotta start opening up to us! She can’t ke-…” “Lily, I was joking.” The muscular woman shifted slightly, in posture as well as tone, “We have been through much, her especially so… give her time.” The red head whimpered lightly at this reality, turning her attention to the sleeping girl beside her and delicately stroking her golden hair, “I’m just worried about her… what if she’s just bottling it up and letting it eat her up inside?” A strong hand reached out to Lily’s soft, pale thigh and squeezed lovingly, “We all deal with things in our own way… this is fresh, Lily. Let it be fresh. In time I am sure she will speak.” Lily’s hand gripped the back of Carna’s as a fragile smile crossed her face beneath the mask that hid it. She knew it was unrealistic to expect someone in Sunflower’s position to warm up to them so quickly; Carna was right, it would take time, but it gnawed at her all the same. “So Carna… why here?” “Here?” The dark skinned woman’s head tilted slightly at the question, causing Lily to giggle softly, “Yeah… this rock… thing? Why not over there where there’s light?” Carna leaned back against the ivory formation for support, “Light is why.” Lily fell silent, pondering the response but ultimately telling herself she understood. Silence fell upon the three of them, and soon Lily and Carna joined Sunflower in slumber.

Had the trees always been so tall here? Had their trunks been so spindly and stretched in such a twisted manner so high into the maddening darkness above? The girl with golden hair stood alone deep within an unknown woods, familiar to her yet so hauntingly mysterious; she gazed upon the endless snowstorm of dust blanketing the grass below so thickly it could hardly be seen and wondered if it had always been so bountiful. How had she strayed so far from the rest of those she had arrived with? Gingerly the buxom woman made her way deeper into the lonesome forest, her eyes darting towards each and every sound around her both near and far, as well as towards some she was uncertain she had even heard at all; paranoia steadily crept deeper and deeper into her mind, every step sounding louder and louder beneath her until soon she found herself running. Terror had now overtaken her consciousness, its icy claws raking across the goosebumps of her otherwise perfectly smooth skin and her own large breasts pulled at her body like anchors. Why was she running? What was she so afraid of? There was no sign of rationality within her to answer such questions, no logic or reasoning now matter how deeply she searched; only ever growing horrors that her subconscious mind was certain were hunting her like rabid dogs, and she was certain they were catching up to her. Little by little the scraping chill of phantom nails swept along her backside, their unseen lashing clawing her ass, hips and thighs in ever increasing aggression until finally it happened; a swift, intense pressure surged up her leg from her ankle as piercing cold poured into the open wound. The blonde woman collapsed upon her assaulted leg, the foot now bathed in the near boiling sensation of new blood from her now slashed open ankle that had toppled her. The horrors were real, they had truly been pursuing her and had indeed closed in.

Deep carving sounds could be heard mere inches beneath the voluptuous woman’s fallen figure, and as she weakly leaned to gaze over her shoulder at its source her eyes opened wide. Screams which begged to escape could not find their way across her supple lips as terror overwhelmed the helpless woman as she witnessed an unspeakable thing towering over her; impossibly thin and contorted, with skin liquid pale and a form only vaguely resembling that of a hauntingly familiar man stretched high above her on hideous clawed hands and feet, the black pits bereft of eyes sunken deep within its monstrous face burning an unescapable malice into the poor girl below.