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Rey was thankful for her quick reflexes as she had a split second to narrowly avoid going headfirst into a tree as Rose pushed her playfully. Instead of snapping at her friend, she laughed at the surprised attack. "Spare me ghost!" She feigned fear, adding a soft giggle.

"You won't think it'll be funny when it's the ghost that gets you!" Rose snickered, wiggling her fingers at Rey in a mock attempt at being a spooky.

Suddenly, the light of a flashlight was in her face. "Keep it down, will you?" Finn shushed, "Someone could hear us!"

Rose muttered a quick apology while Rey simply rolled her eyes at him. They were all out there in the middle of the woods, miles away from the nearest town. There was no one around to hear them on their latest adventure.

Her and her small circle of friends consisting of herself, Finn, Kaydel, Rose and Poe had taken on the hobby of "ghost hunting" a few months ago. Poe had come up with the idea, something fun for them to do together when they weren't busy between classes at the college or their jobs, since none of them really cared to attend frat parties. She never had much of a strong opinion on the existence of the paranormal. Rey just never really gave the time to think about the subject.

As far back as Rey could remember, she had always lived in El Paso, Texas. She had been found at the age of four searching through garbage in the alley behind an elderly couples’ home. After police were unable to track down who were her parents, foster care dumped her on the front porch of Unkar Plutts trailer that was parked near the entrance of the junkyard he owned.

Workers from the system rarely checked in on her, not when there were thousands of other children and cases to worry about and anyone who did come to take a look, they were either paid or bullied off by one of Plutts thugs. He didn't want anyone to find out what exactly he had her doing when she missed school often, since he forcefully created Rey to be his personal scrap collector around the neighborhoods. Her tiny hands and body were perfect to getting into places his thugs could not. Either junk to add into his yard or anything worth pawning off at local shops, allowing her the tiniest scraps of food for meals. Rey had better luck scavenging out of the dumpsters behind restaurants, or the occasional handouts from pity, for better meals than what he had provided.

For all the times she missed school, Rey had to make herself work extra hard on her schoolwork. Even from a young age she knew that a decent education would be her best ticket out of El Paso.

As soon as she graduated high school about a year and a half ago, Rey packed up and escaped to a small town in Connecticut to attend a local community college. Her GPA hadn’t been impressive enough for her to have dreamed about getting into high profiled universities. Not when she rarely had the time to study or attend after school programs to put into her college applications.

It was enough for her, of course.

Fortunately, moving there was how she became a roommate with Rose and Kaydel after finding their ad on Craigslist, paying the first month’s deposit on money she had secretly saved, more like stolen, behind Plutts back over the years.

The money got her by until she was able to get a job working at Maz's barista, and part time working for a cleaning service to prepare apartments once tenants leases were up.

Not long after moving in with her female companions, they had introduced her to Finn and Poe who lived right down the hall. Since then they had become a tight circle of friends.

Movie and game nights between their busy lives had fallen into a semi-boring routine when Poe had come up with the idea they walk around cemeteries and abandoned buildings in search of ghosts. Connecticut was after all a hotspot for stories about hauntings. Rose and Finn were quickly on board, Kaydel was a skeptic but they went ahead with the change in their routine. Poe went as far as to buy "paranormal hunting" equipment. Such as camcorders, voice recorders, and an Ovilus. Over the past few months, nothing but their hushed tones and giggles were ever caught on the recordings.

Then, Poe suggested to them that they camp out at this abandoned two floored colonial home out in the country for the night. Rumors swirled around the property about the land it was built on was once used for Satanic cults, witch burnings, battlegrounds, murders, you name it. The last people who lived in the building was over twenty years ago. Ever since, the home and land have been in possession by the county. Anyone who has tried to buy the land, met unfortunate accidents or deaths.

That is what the stories were at least.

Rey looked up and tried to sneak a glance at the moon through the trees but there were so overgrown with age that it was nearly impossible to make out any light that was not from the group’s flashlights. So far, the only thing Rey was not all that thrilled about was how they had to leave behind Poe's jeep behind but there hadn’t been a path they could find to drive through the woods to the house. Which was weird. How did the people who lived here, or came to appraise the property go to and from? Surely not from hiking. It had been ten minutes already since they left behind the vehicle, she could not imagine this was reasonable for most people. Maybe the county workers planted trees and closed off the driveway because they bought into the ghost stories?

Huffing at the thought, she readjusted the strap for her sleeping bag and moved to walk beside Rose once more. Only the sounds of feet stepping on twigs and dead leaves filled her ears, the occasional hooting of an owl somewhere else.

After a couple more minutes of walking, she heard Poe call out, "We're here gang!"

"Thanks for the heads-up Freddy." Kaydel snorted, earning a jab in her side from his elbow at her Scooby-Doo reference.

Rey passed through the tree line and stopped to shine her light up at the colonial property that rested in the middle of a clearing. The woods completely circled the house, hardly leaving much room for outdoor activities. She raised a brow at yet another flaw in the property layout. Probably the reason why no one would buy this wasn't because of an untimely death but seeing how much work they'd have to put into the land itself just to get around. The only other possible explanation was that perhaps hermits once occupied the decrepit home.

At least I can see the moon now. Rey thought, finally getting a glance at the clear sky above.

Not wasting any time, the group shuffled their way into the building to unload all their things in what she guessed was the family room of the home.

Rey and Poe got to work at quickly wiping down the six chaired oak dining room set, testing the chairs as they went to see if they were durable as they went along. Finn and Kaydel scattered and lit candles one by one until the adjoining rooms were illuminated enough that the flashlights could be switched off finally. Rose oversaw unpacking the equipment and supplies, reading over the instructions to make sure the devices were calibrated properly despite the amount of practice she must have had by now. You can never be too careful. She would always reply when asked.

"Ummmmm...Poe?" Rose called out. From her tone of voice, everyone stopped what they were doing to look at her. "What's this?" She questioned, still bent over as she had something pulled halfway out of a backpack. At first glance, it looked like a piece of cardboard.

It only took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to see that it was a Ouija board.

"I wanted to spice things up." Poe immediately responded in a defensive tone.

"Where did you get a Ouija board from?" Finn questioned suspiciously.

"Thrift shop." Poe shrugged.

"How long have you had that thing?" Rey joined in.

"I actually found it a few days ago." He replied, looking at everyone’s unbelieving stares, he raised his hands defensively. "Honest!"

Rey practically stormed her way back into the family room with Poe trailing behind her, already feeling the oncoming debate between the group.

"Listen," he began "We haven't been coming across zilch since we started all of this and after doing more research about this place and also finding that ghostly treasure, I took it as a sign."

"Wait, backup." Rose touched his arm. "What more research did you do to make you think grabbing that thing was a good idea?" Even Kaydel looked a little spooked, and she was the furthest from believing in any of this. There was always that superstition that would sit in the back of everyone’s minds that you do not mess with a Ouija board; just as you wouldn’t break a mirror or open an umbrella indoors. You just do not do it.

Poe scratched the back up his head sheepishly. "Asking around and looking more into the rumors of this place I learned it's not haunted by ghosts but by a demon!"

It was right as he said the word, Rey caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

Glancing, it was a dirty, rusty mirror hanging crookedly on the wall on her far right. She could have sworn she saw something move in it.

Probably one of our shadows and the candles. Her mind rationalized, ignoring the fact that nobody in the room had moved.

"The story about this demon," he continued "Is that it was summoned here a long time ago before this house was even built, when the Satanic cults would come out here. It killed and ripped apart the followers and tormented the area. No amount of cleansing or exorcisms could get rid of it. So, about three hundred years ago a self-proclaimed light witch trapped the thing in a mirror." Chills went down Rey's spine. "It's been forced to live between the mirrors of this place ever since."

A heartbeat of silence.

Then Kaydel and Rose had burst with laughter.

"For a ghost hunter, you're not great at telling ghost stories are you Poe?" Rose breathed between her chuckles.

"Demon." Poe corrected.

"Semantics." She waved.

Finn marched over to Rose and shoved the Ouija back into the backpack. "Nonononono." He zipped it up. "We're not messing with this board, and we're not going to try to communicate with a demon!"

"Dude, c'mon!" Poe walked over to snatch the bag away from Finn. "You never hear of anything bad ever happening outside of the Hollywood films. We'll be fine." He walked back into the dining room and took the board back out to lay on the tables surface, placing the planchette beside it. "Makes for a fun night of hunting though, doesn't it?" He grinned. "Maybe finally we'll get some sort of activity this time."

"This is not something we just start doing like it's nothi-" Finn began to argue.

"Okay, let's just get this over with so we can explore the rest of the house." Rey pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance, interrupting her Finn. They were not going to get anything done by debating the subject. Besides, Poe usually won out the arguments between the two of them.

Despite the mumbled words of disagreement, everyone sat at the table.

"Remember the basic rules of the Ouija you guys," Poe instructed." One, we're not going to taunt or joke about anything while communicating with these things." He paused to look at each of them to make sure they were paying attention before continuing. "Two, no one is to ask when or who is going to die. Three, if the board spells out 'Zozo' or uses the number eight over and over, we're ending the session immediately with 'goodbye'."

"What's the number eight have to do with anything?" Kaydel asked.

Poe pulled out a notepad and pen and pushed it to Rose. "Apparently, it's something like the infinity symbol and it's a demonic spirit." He shrugged.

"Okay!" He clapped his hands together, leaving no room for argument, before placing his fingertips on the planchette; he looked at Rey, Finn and Kaydel to do the same. "I will lead and ask the questions." When they also placed their fingertips on the planchette, he asked "Everyone ready?"

"Let's not-" Finn began.

"Good!" Poe cut him off.

After nearly a minute of Poe chanting and calling out the necessary introductions to begin the communication by reading off a piece of paper he pulled out of his leather jacket chest pocket, Rey held her breath as he asked the first question.

"Are there any spirits or entities with us tonight?"

There was complete silence between the five of them as they all held their breath, waiting.

The planchette did not move and Poe cleared his throat to try again.

"Anyone there?"

Rey practically lurched forward and let out of gasp in surprise as the planchette jerked them from the center of the board to the 'YES'.

No one moved a muscle besides Rose scribbling on the pad.

How did it move? Rey's inner voice panicked. I didn't push it...I don't think anyone did.

Poe could hardly contain the shit-eating grin on his face.

"Are you a spirit?"

'NO' It moved again.

"Are you an angel?"

 It remained.

 "Did you ever live on the Earth as a human?"

"Poe!" Rose snapped.

 The planchette still did not move.

 There was an unsettling tension rising between Rey and her friends, but Poe continued. "Are you still with us?"

It jerked once again back over to 'YES'.

Poe bit his lip, and so did Rey. She didn't believe it was for the same reason though.

"What is your name?"

Hurriedly, the planchette moved with their fingers following along over the letters: 'K Y L O' paused 'R E N'.

"Holy shit." Someone said, but Rey's heart was beating so loud in her ears that she wasn't sure from who.

"Are you the demon that's trapped here?"

Everyone's heads snapped up to look at Poe in alarm, but their accusing stares didn't last long as it started to move once more.

'F R E E'

Poe tilted his head at that.

'F R E E’ It spelled again

...and again, and again.

"Stop this Poe, stop it right now!" Kaydel cried out.

"This session has ended, goodbye!" Poe said, failing to sound as demanding as he had intended to be.

The planchette had stopped abruptly as he let out a sigh of relief that the rest of them tried to do themselves.

'NO' it moved so quickly; Rey let out a noise in alarm.

When Poe opened his mouth to repeat his last command, the white piece beneath their fingers moved over to the number eight and moved violently between the numerical to a blank space, then back again.

Rey couldn't do this anymore; she moved her arm back to break the contact, but her fingers remained. She looked at the other three to see they were trying to do the same, Poe going as far to use his other hand to grab his arm to force a break of connection.

They were all shouting in alarm, Rose bolting out of her chair so fast it fell back onto the floor as she made to grab at the board itself in an attempt to rip it out from under them but it refused to budge even a little.

Panicking, Rey called out the very words Poe had spoken. "This session has ended, goodbye!"

All the candles went out.

Everyone fell back into their chairs, their hands free from the unknown force that kept them attached to the device. Rose didn't say anything, only kept looking at the table and at them.

Cold, the room had become so cold.

Rey let out a shaky breath, and she could see it floating away as it left her.

It may have been early October in Connecticut, but it wasn't this cold yet.

A single candle lit itself again, it was the one next to the board on Rose's side of the table.

They all watched in horror as the white planchette moved across the letters at the bottom of the board.

'G O O D B Y E'

Kaydel covered her mouth and let out a noise to vocalize the fear they were all feeling. 

Twenty minutes.

It had been twenty minutes since they ended whatever it was, what they had done with the Ouija board.

All in that time they all attempted to open the doors, to find them locked just as the windows were. Chairs thrown at the glass for only the wooden legs to splinter but the thin glass to remain unharmed. All of them panicking, yelling accusations at Poe.

Rose ended up becoming the voice of reason. Calming the group into sitting around on their individual sleeping bags, much closer to each other than was planned.

Only Rey had remained sitting curled up on a loveseat nearby, tucking her knees into her enlarged gray hoodie with the college logo across the chest. Given to her by mistake, but she never had attempted to correct the error. She had always found comfort in the large piece of clothing. Her arms wrapped around her legs as she rested her chin on the knees. Not eager to add into the conversation, still trying to wrap it all around her head.

The mildly warm atmosphere around them had returned to what she assumed was room temperature, but she could not shake the cold that Rey felt down to her bones. The shivers traveling up and down her spine as each minute passed. Between her acid wash skinny jeans, a standard pair of Vans sneakers and a regular tee underneath the hoodie, she knew she should be feeling warmer than what she was. Rey had even pulled her hair from the ponytail it had been pulled back in, for it to flutter just past her shoulders in a last bid attempt to help warm herself up. Nothing changed.

"Look," Rose said. "I say we just stay right here, forget the investigating and wait this out until the morning. Nothing can go wrong if we stick together, right?"

Poe opened his mouth as if to argue, but a glare from Finn was all it took to keep him from saying whatever it was he wanted to say.

It was a unanimous vote for them to snuggle up into the comfort of the sleeping bags and leaving the Ovilus III on between Poe and Kaydel. It was a small portable device that was supposedly a way for any spirit to communicate with them by picking out one of thousands of words stored in the device to use. That decision had not been unanimous. But it was the only way to keep Poe happy.

Despite what had all just happened, his adventurous personality had to hold onto something. After months of nothing and suddenly all of the activity, no matter that it was demonic or not, was enough to make him explore the aged home on his own if they'd let him.

After what felt like forever, they all eventually fell into a slumber as the house remained silent.

Rey...

A voice pulled Rey from her dreamless sleep, lifting her head groggily to peer at her friends to see which one of them it was who woke her. They were all still sleeping as she studied the rhythmic movement of their chests rising and falling. Finn snoring softly enough not to have been the reason.

Rey... it called to her again.

She sat up quickly, glancing around the room.

Nothing.

Her brows furrowed in confusion as her eyes fell upon the staircase.

Something was telling her to go to the stairs. To climb to the top, to what was waiting for her.

Ah. She was still dreaming.

That is what she told herself at least as her body slid out of the sleeping bag, sliding her Vans back onto her feet. Rey carefully stepped over Rose and tip-toed her way over the wooden stairs. Placing her hand to rest on the banister as she gazed upwards.

Rey...come to me little one.

That voice, she smiled a little to herself as she began her climb, it felt so comforting.

One of the steps creaked under her foot, her head turned to look back down to see if one of her friends had heard it.

No, still sleeping. A voice hummed in delight.

Carefully, Rey finished her trek up the stairs and moved down the hall. All the way to the very end until she was facing into a room, the door frame empty. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness; it was an empty room. Except for a cheval mirror, placed in the far corner. There weren't any windows in the room, which in the back of her mind somewhere she had thought was strange.

Closer. The voice called out.

As soon as her feet crossed the entryway, the sound of a loud bang snapped her out of the trance.

Rey whirled around at the door that had not been there seconds ago, her hands frantically jiggling at the rusted knob to open it. It stayed locked in place.

"No, no!" Her voice rising slightly.

Her hands froze on the knob as she felt the rooms temperature drop drastically, her shaky breath visible as she watched it with wide eyes. A tiny sob escaped from between her lips as she felt something trail down her spine, resting in place at the small of her back. It was sharp, whatever it was. 

Someone was standing right behind her. She could feel the presence. 

Just then, what felt like a hand with long talons grip her throat from behind while an arm draped around her middle, pushing her up against the chest of something hard and cold.

Rey screwed her eyes shut.

Wake up, wake up, wake up! Her inner voice screamed at her.

"What a lovely little thing you are." A deep, seductive tone broke her out of her silent frenzy.

Gradually, she felt the talon hand push at the base of her chin and forced her to look up at the source of the darkness that had called to her.

There was a face, but her mind paid no attention to the details of the face or how the glowing yellow eyes peered back down at her. It was its mouth that had been pulled back into a wicked grin, revealing razor-sharp elongated fangs.

Rey screamed.

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"What a lovely little thing you are." A deep, seductive tone broke her out of her silent frenzy.

Gradually, she felt the talon hand push at the base of her chin and force her to look up at the source of the darkness that had called to her.

There was a face, but her mind paid no attention to the details of the face or how the glowing yellow eyes peered back down at her. It was its mouth that had been pulled back into a wicked grin, revealing razor-sharp elongated fangs.

Rey screamed.

Her scream was cut off abruptly. An air of absence within her throat. Rey opened her mouth to make a sound and her eyes widened. Her voice was gone. There was nothing. It was as if her voice didn’t even exist.

Those bright eyes blinked away into the darkness, as they did, she felt the body against her adjust ever so slightly, then a nose press against the top of her head and inhale.

All she could do now was tremble in the clutches of what, she did not know. With the door now shut, she was in utter darkness. In her mind, a voice was telling her to concentrate and will her eyes to focus once more. Rey didn’t want to; she was afraid of what she might see.

Wake up…please wake up…! Her mind screamed in place of her lost voice.

Rey felt the amused purring vibrate against her skull before she heard it, “We haven’t even begun to play little one, and you want to leave already?”. His voice was low, husky.

The arm that had been wrapped around her waist adjusted enough that the sharp ends of those claws were making circles on her side. If this were any other kind of situation that Rey wasn’t in near tears, afraid for her life, she would be in a laughing fit. In leu of giggling, her body only continued to tremble in fear.

Not a moment later he had taken a slight step back just enough to turn her body to face his, and swiftly pushed her against the door. Rey shook her head slightly, shaking itself from vertigo.

A soundless gasp left her lips as her eyes had somehow adjusted themselves to the pitch-black room. It wasn’t a clear picture, but it was enough to make out what she could see and wished the darkness would overcome her sight again.

This shadowed creature of a man leaned over her, resting his forearms against the door behind her, a creaking sound under the new weight against it, trapping Rey with his size alone.

It was in that moment did she now realized just how huge this thing was. Her height only reached up to where his chest was, broad shoulders blocking her view of anything that could be behind him. The biceps framing over her, Rey was sure had the power to snap her tiny bones like toothpicks.

Right then, her eyes took advantage to continue to access this thing crowding her:

His clothes were surprisingly simple. A black long-sleeved tunic which hugged at his muscled features, tucked into a black pair of pants, and a set of leather boots to match the rest of his grim outfit that enhanced his appearance to blend into the shadows. Rey dared herself to glance back up to see past those luminous, treacherous eyes and devilish smirk; to see a pale face with beauty marks, a nose and lips that were a bit larger than what was average, ebony hair that fell around his head in waves to just the base of his neck. If Rey looked hard enough, she could see the tips of his ears poking through. She could not overlook the scar that had marked his face from below his jawline to just above his right brow.

If it weren’t for those wickedly sharp canines, blazing yellow eyes peering down at her, and those talons she had felt; he could be easily be assumed as a human man,

He clearly was not.

The shadowed creature closed his eyes for a moment as it took deep breath, as if he was inhaling the very scent of the fear that oozed from her being. His smirk growing only more as if it was his favorite aroma. Then, his eyes opened and peered back down at her.

“Here I was left to believe that no one would ever come visit me in my humble dwelling for the rest of this century.” His face momentarily feigning a mock sense of hurt as a single talon trailed down the side of her face. “Then low and behold, a little group of humans come trampling through my woods as if it’s theirs for the taking.”

Rey shook her head hastily, her mouth opening for a reply. Her hands flew to her throat, remembering her voice was no longer there.

“If I relinquish your voice, will you be a good little girl for me?” He questioned, an eyebrow raised mockingly.

Rey swallowed, but nodded up slowly at him.

At that, that feeling of absence in her throat had vacated. She let out a breath of slight relief, momentarily forgetting where she was. A heartbeat later, she remembered his words.

“P-Please,” Rey looked back up at him, “we weren’t going to cause any damages.”

An eyebrow quirked at her response. “Oh, you wouldn’t have gotten the chance to.” He leaned his head down further until his lips were next to Rey’s ear. “When I get the occasional visitors, I normally would amuse myself by scaring them away and be content due to how limited I’ve been since that witch trapped me here!” The sharp hiss caused her to flinch.

“Three hundred years of being starved of all things truly pleasurable to me. Until the most surprising thing happens, these same humans who trespass on my land brings a treasure that has broken me of my bonds!”

Both of his arms drop down from their position on the door to swiftly wrap themselves around Rey and pulled her against him. His teeth nibbling on her earlobe. “How entertaining it is to still witness humans are just as foolish as they have always been.”

Rey brought her hands up to push at his solid chest, effortlessly trying to break the contact between them. “Let us leave! We will never come back! I swear!” She pleaded.

“Prices must be paid little one.” He murmured against her, nuzzling his nose in her hair now, almost as if he were appreciative of the contact they were making. “If you say my name ever-so-sweetly then I will consider not eating every last one of the humans below us.”

She blinked. “N-Name?”

He chuckled darkly. “I literally spelled it out for you.”

Why Rey hadn’t bothered to connect the dots since the moment the door had locked her in within this room.

Poe telling them about a demon trapped here by a light witch.

The Ouija.

Kylo Ren.

All the paranormal activity that unfolded after they broke from the board.

They had unlocked whatever it was that had been keeping him at bay.

A whole new wave of fear crashed into Rey. The hands placed at his chest were now beating and shoving with more strength than before. “No!” She called out. “You’re not real! You’re not real!”

A growl ripped from deep within him as he shoved her back against the door once more, this time with more force enough to knock the air out of her. Kylo’s talons were on the front of her hoodie, and with a swift movement the front of it was in shreds. One hand was back on her throat, holding her just under her jaw and forced her head to crane up to look him in his haunting eyes.

She felt the talons retract, feeling the touch of a large male’s hands instead of claws handling her. The one hand remained on her throat, while the other reached under her t-shirt to grab onto her left breast. His hand squeezed and caressed it within his hand as if he were assessing how perfectly it fit into his palm. He pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb, then abandoned the brief fondling to trail his fingertips down her toned abdomen, over her navel until they reached the button of her jeans.

“No-!” Rey let out.

“Say my name little one.” He muttered, not bothering to pay her much attention as he was focused on playfully fiddling with the button instead.

Rey shook her head with what little movement his hand at the base of her jaw allowed her to. “I’m not giving you anything.” She hissed out.

His lips twitched back into a cocky smirk. “We’ll see.”

With that he popped the button open and the zipper fell soon after. Kylo had wasted no time shoving his hand into her panties, cupping her most private area within his grasp.

Rey sobbed at the contact.

His hand cold against her tender flesh, another sob wracked through her as she could not control the warmth down there. She didn’t want him to touch her there, but her body didn’t agree.

Kylo leaned down to brush his lips against hers. “Two words, I’ll stop.”

Rey responded only by clenching her jaw and giving him a bold glare. Amusement danced in his eyes.

A finger inserted itself into her.

She squealed.

This contact was by far the most intrusive feeling she has ever felt. Only at the age of twenty, she had yet to experience the touch of someone else. Rey had either brushed off horny boys with disgust or didn’t attempt to take the time to date someone nice. There had been a period that Rey had a tiny crush on Poe, but it was short lived when it had been obvious, he liked Kaydel.

While other teenagers when she was younger were out enjoying themselves and losing virginities, all her free time was mainly working for Plutt. Then after her move to Connecticut, Rey had become too busy between her friends, school and work to even give a guy the time of day. When she had nights alone in her bed, she had been satisfied playing with her sensitive clit. Experimenting further had not exactly crossed her mind to find out if she could satisfy herself in more ways.

A groan escaped Kylo’s lips. “So tight.” His finger moving in and out of her in a languid motion. A moment passed and he shoved in a second finger within her folds.

Tears were trailing down her cheeks as she pounded at his chest helplessly. Kylo simply ignored her protest as he slid the tip of his tongue along the sides of her face, lapping up the salty liquid. “You can stop this.” He whispered.

Her hands halted their efforts, his fingers stopped as well but remained within her. A moment of silence passed between them.

So many questions racing in her head. The Ouija board said that he was free but he was persistent that she say his name.

Nothing good could come out of this if she said his name. Rey didn’t know what, but there was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. A voice in the depths of her consciousness screaming at her not to.

Defeated, trembling, she whispered his name.

“Kylo Ren.”

Another moment passed by. Rey could feel his grin against her face.

“Yes!” The demon cried out.

The atmosphere in the room changed. The temperature in the room dropping several degrees colder, but he was radiating warmth when only mere seconds ago he had felt cold to the touch. The fingers within her was no longer having the frigid feeling but now a beacon of heat. Her walls seemed to tighten around his finger ever so slightly as they noticed the change also, trying to contain the newfound warmth just for his fingers to have slipped out.

Standing straight up but not stepping away from her, Rey noticed a hue of color change to his skin. He was still pale, but not in an ailing way as it had been.

Kylo brought the hand that had invaded her privates to his nose and inhaled sharply, eyes closed.

They snapped open a beat later. Staring at her in disbelief.

 “You are still pure.” He said in awe.

A wicked look then begun to spread across his facial features, a hungry growl rumbling from the depths of his chest.

“You and I are going to have so much fun together, little one.”

Rey did not have a second to form any kind of denial. He vanished from her sight, followed by the darkness returning. Her body swayed under the spell and felt herself tumble to the ground.

Before her body could meet with the flooring, she jerked up from her position on the love seat. A bead of sweat falling from her forehead as she struggled to catch her breath. She clutched at her hoodie and looked down at it in surprise that it wasn’t in shreds as it was ripped in her nightmare.

Rey didn’t even have a second to ponder it that dreadful nightmare, her head had whipped to a screeching noise that belonged to Rose.

It seemed that same screeching sound she made had also jerked awake Finn and Poe.

“Rose!? What –?” Poe began but was cut short as she clutched onto his sleeve, not looking his way. Her face staring upwards.

Painfully slow, Finn, Poe, and Rey all turned their gazes upwards at what their friend was paralyzed with fear from.

Kaydel was floating above them, high up into the air. Her body in the position as if she were perched crucified upon a cross. The candles were all lit in the house to illuminate her floating body.

Her eyes were bloodshot, staring only at the ceiling in agony, her mouth wide open as if it were screaming with all the might her lungs could produce, but no sound was heard. Spidery black veins commenced to crawl throughout every exposed inch of her skin. Her face contorting further at the silent torture that only she could witness and feel.

Another beat of silence.

Someone exhaled a hesitant, shaky breath.

Then, an ear-piercing wail exploded throughout the decrepit home.

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Kaydel was floating above them, high up into the air. Her body in the position as if she were perched up onto a cross, her feet angled horizontally. The candles were all lit in the house to illuminate the figure floating.

Her eyes were wide open, staring only at the ceiling in agony, her mouth wide open as if it were screaming with all the might her lungs could produce, but no sound was heard. Spidery black veins commenced to crawl throughout every exposed inch of her skin. Her face contorting further at the silent torture that only she could witness and feel.

Another beat of silence.

Then, an ear-piercing wail exploded throughout the decrepit home.

Everyone was forced to cover their ears, the ear-splitting sounds were enough to cause the eardrums to throb in pain, threatening to split. The windows throughout the house had begun to crack under the frequency.

Seconds passed, and the blood-curdling wails kept on.

Rey could now see that Kaydel was no longer paralyzed from her crucified binding, now she was writhing in agony. Her fingernails digging and pulling at her skin, anywhere she could grab as if her flesh were the source of her pain. Every so many seconds Kaydel’s arms would spasm and the blood on her nails flicked down onto the surfaces of the covered furniture, some of the specs of blood landing on her friends faces and clothing below.

Poe was the first one to move, “Get her down!” he shouted as he grabbed Finn’s arm, jolting the other man out of his horrified stupor. Their sudden movement snapped Rey and Rose into gear.

Together they slid and scraped the furniture around as fast as they could. Finn and Poe carried the table in from the other room, while Rey and Rose pushed aside the couch.

Poe made to begin his climb up onto the table but stopped as he noticed the room had gone silent. In near unison, they all looked back up to see that Kaydel was no longer clawing at her own skin. The terrible wails were now nothing more than soft, croaking sounds coming out of her mouth. Now her body was convulsing, her eyes had rolled to the back of her head. The black spidery veins had begun to disappear.

As they disappeared though, tendrils converged out of her body to a suspended, liquified crimson mass merely a foot atop of her.

There was a huff in both disbelief in terror that escaped from Poe, he climbed atop of the table; even with his tall stature he had to get onto the tips of his toes, and stretch his arm out to grab onto Kaydels’ wrist. For a split second he had stopped to stare in awe at the floating mass that was her very life essence, her blood; before pulling onto her with all his might.

It was a tug-o-war between Poe and an unexplainable force keeping Kaydel suspended in the air. Even Finn had to get onto the table and help Poe pull.

Perhaps another few seconds or so had passed, whatever had been holding onto Kaydel had relinquished its hold of her. As if the puppeteer had become bored with its puppet. In a snap, the candles extinguished themselves once more; gravity had returned and Kaydel dropped. Her descent was so sudden, so quick that Finn and Poe barely had time to catch her before the three of them tumbled to the ground.

There was not enough time to pass on what had just happened, or even for their male friends to stand up fully. Rose was already screaming, her hands over her face as she immediately began to sob.

Rey didn’t have to guess what caused the terrified scream, because she to was gazing down at the broken body that was Kaydel.

Someone turned on a flashlight, but Rey didn’t know and didn’t care. She reached down to her blonde friend and flinched when she touched ice cold skin. Tears brimming as she desperately tried to feel for a pulse, but there wasn’t. The light from the flashlight was shaky but remained in its position by the user and Rey made the wrong decision to look over the frigid body.

Kaydels’ limbs were contorted in different angles, an arm twisted behind her back. Her once lovely, ivory skin was now turned into an ashen grey, marred from self-inflicted scratches and tears. Rey was not sure on how rigor mortis or the process of what happens to a body after death, but she was sure it was not like this.

There was no denying it, their friend was gone.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, this shouldn’t have happened to you.’ Rey repeated in her head, as she cradled her friend within her arms, hoping that somehow Kaydel could hear the thoughts.

Rose was sobbing into Finn’s chest as he held her tightly, looking anywhere but at the body. Poe looked solemn, staring at almost nothing.

But their mourning was short lived.

The temperature in the room went frigid, their breaths becoming visible and a new wave of terror settled in the air.

The wood in the walls, floors, and the stairs whined and creaked under an unknown force. The aged house itself began to groan.

Goosebumps crawled all over her skin as the groaning only grew louder, an ominous and otherworldly tone behind it.

“Rey…put her down.” Poe slowly said, his hand reaching out to her as his eyes scanned the environment around them, “We need to get out of here.”

Despite the growing terror, confusion flitted across her face. How could they leave Kaydel in this horrible place?

A powerful growl traveled throughout the house, over the groaning and other sounds pouring from the foundation.

“Now!” He yelled, rushing to her and forcefully pulling her up and away from the deceased blonde. Poe didn’t release her arm has he pushed at Poe and Rose to move as well.

No one thought to grab their bags or gear, there wasn’t any time to even consider their belongings as the four of them barreled out the front door and didn’t stop until they were between the house and the tree line, the center of the clearing.

Rey yanked her arm out Poe’s grasp as she looked back at the house. Then turning back onto Poe, “We can’t just leave her in there!”

Poe stared incredulously back at her. “You want to go back in there and drag her out if that THING even lets you!?” Her mind wasn’t in reason, all she could think about was her roommate, one of her very first friends.

“You think I want to leave her?” A broken sob came out of him, “To leave her in there?” His hands gestured helplessly at the home.

Her face contorted between anger and anguish, as she stared at Poe. Rey couldn’t think of anything to say back. Logic and reasoning were calling out to her in the back of her mind, and she knew that Poe had a crush on Kaydel for the longest time, but always made excuses not to ask her out. A part of Rey knew that Poe probably would have been the last person to want to leave her behind.

“What the hell is that?” Finn whispered in horror; his words so quiet that Rey needed to take a few extra seconds to piece together what he said.

In unison, they all looked in the direction Finn was facing.

There was something staring at them just on the edge of the tree line, the natural light from the full moon above them was disappearing behind a blanket of thick clouds as if it did not want to witness what was to come.

It was difficult to make out a shape of it in the darkness. If Rey squinted hard enough, she thought that she could see that there were a massive set of horns curled out of the head. Arms slowly raising to reach out at either side and something in the shadow stretching from its arms.

‘Talons?’ Rey thought.

Then, there were two yellow, glowing orbs…its eyes.

Dread crashed into Rey as she could swear that the creature was staring directly at her with an evil grin.

A predatory growl erupted from the dark figure, it lowered itself into a stance and in a blink, it leaped towards them.

There had been no communication, no plan on where they should go. Finn and Rey sprinted off into the trees to the right, behind the house. She wasn’t sure where Rose and Poe went but guessed that they had gone into the woods on the opposite side of the house.

Finn held the flashlight, but it was unreliable as its light shifted all around as they ran, leaves crushing and swings snapping under their hurried weight.

Perhaps they had ran for a couple minutes before the two of them had to stop, both leaning against two trees side by side. Rey had to lean over and hold onto her knees as she gulped as much of the chilly night air that she could handle, urging her heart rate to slow itself.

This had to be another nightmare and she had not woken up from it yet. She pinched her forearm as hard as she could, but nothing. If that wasn’t enough, her lungs were on fire. It’s what she got from giving up her jogging routine months back because she became too busy between work, school and her social life.

She looked up, over at Finn to see that he was doing his own breathing technique. His eyes closed but she could see the fear written all over his face.

An agonizing scream came from a distance, somewhere back towards wherever the house was. They had been running blindly and it was so dark without the help of the moonlight, how was it possible to even begin guess where they were?

There was still the flashlight that now lay at Finn’s feet, its light pointing at a tree in front of them. Two and two seemed to come together in his head as he quickly bent down to turn it off, now leaving them in completely in the dark and hope that their eyes would adjust quickly.

Neither of them dared to say anything, but the way they shared looks between one another, they knew that the scream belonged to Poe.

Rey refused to think on what happened to him if he was still alive or not. What about Rose? They had only heard his scream. Did they stay together? Was she still running or had something already happen?

She shook her head, willing herself to stop those questions. Right now, she could not worry about her friends no matter how much she wanted to. Her and Finn had to get away, to find help. The fact that they were several miles from the nearest town and any residences wasn’t something Rey wanted to sit on.

Regardless of the situation at hand, the two of them couldn’t stay in this spot forever, they needed to move. Whatever got to Poe would look for them, she was sure of it.

But Rey knew it was more than a simple thing, it was Kylo Ren. The monster from her nightmare.

Guilt and sorrow overcame her, Rey crouched to her knees and her hands on her head. “This is all of my fault…” she whispered tearfully.

Finn hesitantly leaned over, “What?” he whispered back.

Rey looked up at him, fresh tears on her cheeks. “It’s my fault this is all happening.”

Then, Finn moved over to her, careful to not make too much noise as he stepped on the leaves. His hand on her back in a comforting manner. “Rey, we all did this…the Ouija board…” He looked down in shame.

“No,” Rey mouthed silently before continuing in a whisper, “It called to me in my sleep, it made me say its name…” she wiped her face. “By saying its name…I think I released it from whatever it was bound to.”

Finn looked at her, repelled and took a step back from her. “Why would you do that!?” He screeched in a hushed tone.

She looked up at him pleadingly, “I didn’t know, I didn’t know!” She cried. “He made me do it!”

Finn reached back down to her and shook her by her shoulders enough to nearly throw her off her balance from the crouched position she was in, a wild, fearful look in his eyes. “Who’s ‘he’!?”

“Kylo Ren!” Rey sobbed.

Twiggs snapped.

It wasn’t Finn or Rey that made the sound.

Both of their heads snapped in the direction of the sound, their fear-filled conversation done. The two of them slowly stood, Rey’s eyes darted everywhere to catch the slightest glimpse of the cause of the noise. There was a small glimmer of hope within her that desperately wanted to believe it was a deer or a critter of some kind.

No other sound was made, but the air around them seemed to be quieter than ever.

They looked at each other now, a silent nod of mutual understanding that they needed to start running again.

There was a rustle of leaves and before another thought could even come to process the sound, Finn was on the ground face first and suddenly being dragged across the ground.

“Finn!” Rey yelled for him, reaching out but he was already far from her.

“Rey!” Finn pleaded, his hands clawing at the ground, desperately searching to grab a hold of anything that could save him. “Help me!”

She sprinted in his direction, begging her legs to move faster but as the more she ran towards him, the faster he was being dragged across the ground, in between trees in its task. The pair continuously calling out for the other.

Finn turned, to try and kick at whatever held his other leg but saw nothing. It was an unseen force pulling him. He looked up in terror to see that he was being pulled towards a substantial sized oak tree, and at its base was a hole underneath it, his screams turning into sobs.

Rey seemed to notice just as he, her leg muscles burning to catch him.

Finn kicked and squirmed, finally managing to cling onto a root sticking out of the ground. His legs were only few feet from the base of the tree now. The unseen force tugged at Finn, the root in his grasp was creaking at the strain of the pull.

She was closer now, almost to him.

Her hand barely brushing against his as the root gave into the weight and broke.

“REY!” Finn cried out, his hand reaching for her as he disappeared into darkness.

Rey moved but the sounds that came next halted her from moving any closer.

There were only a few seconds of screams of terror before the sounds of wet ripping and snapping were heard in the darkness below.

It was quiet again.

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“REY!” Finn cried out, his hand reaching for her as he disappeared into darkness.

Rey moved but what sounds came next halted her from moving any closer.

There were only a few seconds of screams of terror before the sounds of wet ripping and snapping were heard in the darkness below.

It was quiet again.

Rey slowly backed away from where she stood, never tearing her eyes away from the burrow underneath the large oak. “What…what…” She whispered so softly; it was barely audible.

Finn was gone, dead.

Her breathing became erratic, sweat was hanging from her brow and she was certain if she were to look at herself in a mirror, the whites of her eyes would be more prominent than ever. The last minute of her life replaying over and over, her mind focusing on the absolute terror in Finns’ face as he was pulled into the abyss. The wet, crunching sounds she had heard…it was too much. Her body was threatening to lurch forward and vomit whatever stomach contents she had; the risk of making the sounds of retching was enough to keep her body from reacting. Her senses on high alert of imminent danger.

Her left arm brushed up against something solid, nearly jumping out of her skin from the contact, to look and see it was just a tree. Rey was thankful to have clamped a hand over her mouth by pure instinct to muffle the scream that wanted to escape from her lungs.

Rey forced her eyes to shut, inhaling and exhaling as quiet as she could. She could not risk hyperventilating now. She needed to get far away from these woods. Some small, intellectual cell in her brain that was still clinging on to any sense remembered how Kylo Ren mentioned this was “his” land. Perhaps that, even without the bonds of the light witch, he is tied to the land itself still?

A ray of hope.

She may not know how far he could go, but there had to be an end to his limits…right?

Rey can keep running, and hope for the best.

‘But…what about Rose…and Poe?’

Before, Rey had heard his screams echo throughout the woods. Maybe he was already dead, but perhaps Rose is still safe. She had not heard anything to indicate otherwise.

She looked around her, a light mist hovering off the ground in every direction; the woodland had grown to its natural state of quiet. As if nothing horrendous had ever happened here. In the distance, an owl hooted. Maybe it was the same one Rey had heard when they first got here?

It was calm, no evidence of anything ominous hunting for her, but after everything in the last hour, she could not believe that it was over just like that.

There was a possible way to test this, an awful, risky chance.

Rey stilled her wild thoughts, slowed her breathing until all that she could listen and focus on her extremely loud heartbeat.

Then took five steps back, trying not to be obnoxiously loud but not dainty steps either.

She stopped, listened, and peered at her surroundings. Her pulse refusing the slow down even just a little as Rey expected to see dark apparition somewhere in her line of sight, but no changes.

A light within her sparked, there was hope she could make it out; a relieved smile forming from the very thought. Of course, just as that thought formulated it disappeared just as quickly along with her smile.

Rose.

The girl who answered the call from Rey when she was inquired about the extra room, who helped her find necessary furnishings and clothes from thrift stores and even paid for them before Rey could get her first paycheck from Maz, and then refused the money back. Rose and Rey would stay up to all hours of the night studying for the next exam or binging on the latest series on Netflix while Kaydel would be out on a date or working overnights at the hospital.

How could she just abandon her? Finn and Kaydel were dead, she assumed Poe must have been as well but there was nothing to suggest on Rose and her condition.

Both light and dark thoughts raged war within her.

Rose might as well be dead if the demon had already gotten to everyone else.

You’re still alive…her voice reasoned.

How could Rey even begin to find out where her friend could be? She didn’t know where the flashlight dropped, and she wasn’t going to start yelling out for Rose and draw unwanted attention to her.

Could you live with yourself? Escape and always wonder if you could have taken her with you or not? Rey brought her fist to her forehead and lightly tapped on it, biting her lower lip.

She knew what she had to do, but damn if she really did not want to.

A second passed, one more chance to change her mind.

Nope.

Rey raced back off into the direction she believed was to the house.

It must have been ten minutes of Rey wondering in the woods, sorting between her memory of which direction she came from.

She was closer now, because in the distance there was a clearing and she could distinctly make out the backside of that house of horror.

Rey felt a chill crawl up her spine, and the hair on the back of her neck standing on end.

Sweet, little one…

She stopped.

Are you ready to play with me yet? It called out to her.

Her head whipped around, searching for the source; not entirely sure if it was in her head or nearby.

There was a tsk, but this time it sounded distant, a soft echo in the back of her thoughts.

Deep breaths, she needed to take deep breaths. It was paranoia catching up to her now, and she needed to focus on the task at hand.

Before she could take another step in the direction of the abandoned house, there was a tiny noise somewhere not too far off from where Rey was standing. Her muscles stretched, straining to fixate on what it was. The more she listened, she was sure it was coming from the right of her, perhaps a few yards away. It was tiny breaths, almost erratic.

They sounded feminine.

Rose.

Without thinking about the possible consequences, she rushed over to the source of the noise, not caring how loud her footsteps were as she trampled over the leaves and twigs. Even tripping twice over roots sticking out of the ground.

Rey came up to a tree and from her position could see a pair of legs sprawled across the ground on the other side, a pale hand resting against a root. As she rounded on it, a horrified gasp escaped.

“Rose!” She exclaimed.

Laying up against the base of the oak was her best friend with three tree limbs, as thick as her arms, protruding out of the stomach.

“No, no, no! Rose!” Rey cried, dropping to her knees, frantically looking over the wounds, hoping that somehow, she could pull them out and Rose would be okay. Rey couldn’t of course; pulling out just one would cause her friend to bleed out immediately and even if she tried to pull on one of them, the way that they were lodged into her body…the other half of each piece of wood was probably wedged into the ground with such brute force.

Rose looked up at Rey, her face bruised and bloodied, hair in a tangled mess. Her free hand grabbing desperately at Rey’s arms, her other arm was twisted and dislocated in a way that Rose most likely had no way to function it. It was as if she had been tossed around like a ragdoll before the impaling.

“Finn…?” Rose gasped.

Rey nodded in encouragement, tears streaming down her cheeks. “He’s okay, he’ll be here any minute.” She lied.

Rose knew it, a soft smile on her lips in a knowing way. “…always…a bad liar.” She breathed; a couple of tears leaked from her eyes as well. Rey responded with a sad smile, unable to say the words out loud. Finn was her first love since high school. Their affair had been kept secret until college was over, it was the only way Rose was going to be able to finish it with her parent’s money. They never approved of Finn, he grew up out of foster homes like Rey and was ‘lucky’ that he even got a scholarship because simply because he was good at soccer. The two of them were going to elope somewhere in Europe after they graduated, and never look back.

The moment of mourning ended, as Rose’s expression snapped; her eyes wild as she started to grab at Rey again.

“Poe…Poe!” Her breathing was getting shorter, her chest struggling to catch the air that she desperately needed.

Rey clutched her hand between the two of hers and held it in place. “Is Poe okay? I heard him before, do you know if he’s still alive??” She asked hurriedly. “Where is he?”

Rose shook her head, frustrated.

“He’s dead?”

Rose’s mouth moved, trying to form words, “…No, no…Poe…!”

Rey’s brow twisted in confusion, “Where is he, Rose?”

Her best friends breathing was getting slower, her chest struggling to rise, her hand within Rey’s was trying to move away, before Roses gaze shifted over her shoulder, eyes wide with fear.

“…Go…!” Rose pleaded; another tear rolled. “…Rey.”

A couple shakier breaths, one final squeeze before the hand went limp between her two. Rose’s eyes paled as the life left from them, her head lolled to the side. Dead.

Rey allowed the hand to drop to the ground in a thud, raising a shaky hand over her friend’s eyes to close them for the final time.

She had lost another friend, her best friend. She had run all the way back, so close to that house just to lose someone else. Did the universe get some kind of kick out of this? But Poe was still out there, maybe. Rey wasn’t sure if Rose was trying to tell her if he was dead as well or managed to get away.

Maybe the torture Rose went through is what cause Poe to scream?

Confusing, it was so confusing on what she should do. So much time was wasted just trying to find Rose.

At least, now Rey could figure out how to get back to the jeep if she went through the trees in the direction just north of the house.

Son of a bitch.

The keys were in the house, in one of the bags.

Rey inwardly swore again. Out of all the tricks she learned from living with Plutt over the years, hotwiring a car was not something he would teach her. Smart enough to know that she would probably steal his truck and take off.

Her fist came back up to her forehead to lightly tap at it as she had before, a habit whenever she was stuck on anything difficult.

Come to me little one. A voice whispered soothingly. I will help you to forget.

She closed her eyes, the storm within her mind calming itself at those words. A dark abyss forming at the edges of her consciousness, making it so tempting to bend to the darkness and drift away with it. So easy…so easy to sleep and forget all of it.

Yes. It encouraged.

‘NO!’ Her subconscious screamed back.

Rey jerked out of her stupor with a jerk, her eyes snapping open in alert. She was quick to scramble up and away from her kneeling position, regretfully away from Rose.

A few tree lengths away from her, leaning against the trunk of a decaying oak tree was the very dark apparition she witnessed in the clearing before. A wave of dread crashing over her as she knew full well this was the demon who attacked her in the nightmare; responsible for all the carnage brought onto her friends tonight.

Rey couldn’t make him out this time, a swirling aura of darkness shrouding him from her despite how much her eyes had accumulated to the night. The outline of what might be curved horns, and those vicious yellow eyes gazing back at her in amusement.

“Hello, little one.” The darkly rich voice called out to her.

She choked back a sob, willing herself to put on a brave face despite her entire body shaking.

“You did…all of this.” Rey breathed, a statement more than a question.

There was some movement, perhaps it was a nod from the wicked creature.

“That one there was entertaining to play with for a minute.” Its eyes looking away from her, gesturing at Rose. “She wasn’t a screamer, but a brave enough human to dare speak prayer at me. I might have lost my temper and got carried away.”

She closed her eyes while he spoke, willing herself to be anywhere else in the world but here.

“What is it you humans say…not to play with your food?” A brief laugh, mockingly. “The way you humans come up with your words might be one of the few things I can be fond of.”

It was quiet, and Rey kept her eyes closed.

“It’s rude to ignore the host my dear.” It warned.

Her eyes opened, but she looked at the ground rather than at him.

“LOOK AT ME!” He commanded, the booming voice creating a vibration within the woodland floor beneath her.

Rey whimpered, and painstakingly met his eyesight once more. For half a second, she was positive there had been red instead of its usual color, but the yellow was prominent before she could be sure.

“Little one,” Kylo sighed in a disappointing tone, the anger far gone. “It’s been an exciting night for the both of us, and the last thing I’d want to do is lose my temper and cause an accident on your behalf.” While he spoke to her, he stepped out of the shroud of darkness, moving his sharp hands over his hair; the horns and talons fading away out of sight. Yellow eyes simmering away to something dark and endless.

His appearance was different than in the nightmare. Instead of a tunic was a black, long sleeved button up shirt tucked into a pair of equally black pants; both items were fitted to his massive body perfectly. A necklace hung underneath the shirt, the chain just visible as the two top buttons were undone. There were no boots this time, but oxford styled shoes. A split-second worth of glimpse down as he stepped closer, a different tone of color on the soles.

Red?

Was this demon summoned out of a Louboutin catalog?

Kylo smirked, noticing the way she eyed him up and down. “I would not think too much about my clothing little one, a little bit of browsing in a mind or two of what passes as devilishly handsome in this century.”

In a blink, he was suddenly in front of Rey.

“Besides,” He continued, one hand grabbing at her hip and pulling her up against him as the other grabbed her by the chin to look up at him. “clothing won’t be something you will need to worry about soon enough.”

Even if she had a reply for him, there was no chance for a word. His mouth came crashing down on hers.

Rey muffled into the kiss, her hands pushing at his chest to break free but no matter how hard she struggled, he held firm against her. Her struggling making no difference as his tongue forced its way in between her lips, violating her mouth further in a domineering way. A hand abandoning her chin, sliding down until it made its way up her hoodie to fondle a breast. His finger and thumb rubbing and pinching the nipple, earning a surprising moan from Rey.

A throaty chuckle came from him, enough to cause Rey to feel the heat in her face. The shame, the embarrassment.

This malicious demon brutally murdered all her friends; she shouldn’t be reacting to him this way!

Kylo purred in delight as his thumb flicked over the sensitive nipple again, earning another noise from her. The hand grabbing her hip reached underneath her ass and lifted her up effortlessly. Rey squealed in surprise as he jammed her between a tree and his body, forcing her legs to wrap around his hips.

Finally, his mouth relented from her lips; leaving them bruised and swollen already. He kissed along her jawline until he was at the spot between the base of her ear and neck then began to nibble and lick.

She sighed in near delight from the sensation.

Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach.

Rey urged for her arms to move, to fight against him. It felt as if she was now needing to battle against her body as well, it was feeling things it never had before but always craved.

‘Stop it!’ She hollered from somewhere within.

This was all wrong.

Somewhere behind them was the corpse of her best friend, the bodies of the others scattered somewhere else. All the last images she had of each of them flashing in her mind.

The man holding her so gently against the oak was not a man and was not some kind of Prince Charming to whisk her away from all the horrible things that have happened. This demon was the very reason for everything. The monster who spared no second thought at leeching the very life out of Kaydel, mutilated Finn, broke Roses’ body like a child having a tantrum with its toy. Rey would not dare to begin to guess what he had done to Poe.

Mustering all her strength, she placed her hands at his chest once more and shoved.

It wasn’t her strength that caused Kylo to let go and stumble back a few steps. He was taken by surprise in her sudden change of demeanor.

By the look on his face, he was enraged. Eyes glitching between yellow and red before settling back on the familiar yellow, the pupils narrowed into slits. His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily in and out, as if he were once again trying to contain a violent outburst.

Only their breaths could be heard in the moment, Rey waiting for what was to come next. Surely, it would be a violent end. She simply prayed that it would be quick enough.

But it didn’t come.

Instead, Kylo chuckled in dark amusement, rolling his neck between his shoulders in thought.

“I wish you could believe me when I say that I was truly trying to be gentle with you because of your fragile body’s virginity.” He shrugged. “Truly.”

“But.” Kylo continued, “It looks like I’ll have to do this in the way I would prefer.” His fingers snapped.

Rey flinched, not knowing what to expect, looking at him anxiously on whatever was to come.

He smirked and nodded his head to indicate at something behind her. Reluctantly, Rey turned her head to what was behind her, just to the side of the tree.

It was Poe, completely unharmed as he had been when she had last seen him, standing there with a knowing smirk of his own.

There wasn’t enough time for Rey to open her mouth to question it. The last she remembered was Poe moving in on her, a sharp pain.

Then darkness.

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There was movement, she was walking and felt as if in a trance.

"Ummmmm...Poe?" A familiar voiced called out. “What’s this?”

A moment passed, shuffling sounds.

“I wanted to spice things up.” An immediate, defensive response. Another familiar voice.

Rey’s brow furrowed; everything was foggy. She leaned forward to clutch onto what felt like a wall besides her. Continuing to blink and give her head the slightest shake as the fog began to clear and blurs became shapes, shapes focusing into clear view of her friends.

Everyone. They were all standing in a room, Rose holding up something that Rey hadn’t quite zeroed in on yet.

"Where did you get a Ouija board from?" Finn questioned suspiciously.

Her head twitched, still confused but aware at the same time.

"Thrift shop." Poe shrugged.

Rey’s eyes zeroed in at that voice. Heart beating at an accelerating rate, anger rising. She wanted to scream, to leap across the room and wrap her hands around his throat.

She blinked.

Why did she want to do that?

“How long have you had that thing?” Rey asked, her response nearly automatic.

Another wave of anger, but this time directed at whatever they were talking about, but what was it? Why was everything so strange, yet so familiar at the same time?

Oh God. She was high, wasn’t she?

Rey had only smoked a few times since starting college, but never made it a habit. Was she that high that she didn’t remember getting here, much less smoking anything in the first place?

 Another wave of anger struck, and all Rey could do was storm out of the room as Poe followed her, his words in defense muddled as she continued to try to find clarity in this. She didn’t want him to follow her, be anywhere near her. She didn’t want to be here. The voices of her friends surrounded her as they debated over whatever it was.

Poe was still talking, “…. demon!” a word that snapped her out of a reverie.

Rey felt as if she could breathe again, details and what was going on around her finally snapping into focus.

She glanced over to another part of the room, feeling as if something was missing. Wasn’t there a mirror supposed to be there? Which was a weird thought. She’d never been here before. Why did she care about missing décor?

Suddenly, a burst of laughter.

"For a ghost hunter, you're not great at telling ghost stories are you Poe?" Rose breathed between her chuckles.

"Demon." Poe corrected.

"Semantics." She waved.

Another gear in Rey’s mind clicked and before even knowing what she was doing, she cut in front of Finn to get to Rose and grabbed the object in her friend’s hand.

A Ouija-board.

 Without skipping a beat, she firmly held the superstitious item and snapped it over her knee and threw the pieces across the room.

“DUDE!?” Poe cried out, frantically clawing at the two parts and childishly trying to place them back together.

There was laughter again.

Rey turned to see Kaydel and Rose red in the face, and even Finn joining in. “Not in a million years would I think that Rey would do that!” He snickered.

“I thought you didn’t care about this kind of stuff?” Poe fumed over his shoulder. “You didn’t have to break it!”

She blinked at him, still not understanding the source of her agitation at her friend but didn’t offer him an answer because she didn’t know why either. It was an automatic response to break that object, if she had matches on her maybe she would even try to burn it.

He was right though, she never cared about anything supernatural.

There was more laughter, more bickering but eventually the night carried on.

All of them had explored the house, finding nothing but bedrooms of dust covered furniture, creaky floorboards and the occasional spider scurrying into a crevice. They had ever walked around the property some more but finding nothing in the haunting trees.

It was another bust ‘ghost hunt’ for them but it didn’t matter. They were having more fun joking around rather than taking the exploring seriously. Besides Poe, he kept a chip on his shoulder, but Rey knew he was still upset that she had spontaneously destroyed something of his. She’ll buy him one of those boards off Amazon tomorrow as soon as she has bars on her phone again, and a solid apology to go with it.

Now they sat in what was the living room of the house, all of them lounging on the scattered furniture or cross legged on the floor with only the candles lit around them to provide light.

Rey was swallowing back the crumbs of her chip bag when she eyed the spot on the far wall in the room. For some reason it still bugged her that something was missing there, and when she thought more on it – none of this felt right to her. As if she shouldn’t be here, none of them should. Not in the way of giving in to some superstitious thought, but as if this was some separate branch of reality; a fabricated memory that Rey knew was real but wasn’t at the same time.

Entranced in her own speculation, she missed a questioned directed at her.

Rey swallowed the last bit of crumbs, “Huh?” she asked as she looked over at Kaydel.

She nearly choked, a sound of alarm barely escaping.

Kaydel was looking right at Rey, but she didn’t look like her.

This woman sitting across from her was pale, paler than what her friends usually complexion. Thin, spidery veins creeping across her face, forming throughout any exposed skin that she could see. Eyes milky white, no sign of pupils.

“I said,” A straggly voice came out of her friend, “Why did you say his name?” Rey could only sit there in horror as she looked on. The words coming Kaydel sounded like her, somewhat. Her voice raspy, painfully stretching into words as if her vocal cords had been torn to shreds.

“Name?” Rey coughed as Kaydel only looked on, not the slightest sign of emotion on her features.

Rey blinked.

She cried out, jolting back into something behind her. A piece of furniture, maybe a chair.

It wasn’t just Kaydel who was different now, all her friends were different now. Remaining where they sat, but heads all in her direction.

Finn covered in deep gashes all over his body, his clothes barely clinging to his body, blood seeping out, pieces of skin threatening to peel away; limbs twisted and crooked. Even with him facing her, his neck was distorted unnaturally.

Rose’s arms were limp on either side of her, a few twitches here and there as if she wanted to touch the obscenely large branches jutting from the abdomen. The rest of her appearance was frazzled and bruised.

Poe…Poe just sat there and looked on. Her eyes scanned over him but there wasn’t anything that seemed to be wrong with him.

All of them simply looking at her as if their injuries were nonexistent.

“Why did you say his name?” Finn whispered, asking the same.

Then all of them were now asking the question, repeatedly and in sync – never stopping.

But Rey couldn’t look at them again, despite the horrid appearances she could only keep her eyes trained on Poe. Somewhere in her subconscious there was something shouting out at her that he was to blame for this.

Rolling waves of anger rushing through her.

His face morphed from neutral, to smug. Like he knew what she was thinking.

Rey sprang from her position, flinging herself across the space between them until she found herself on top of him consistently pounding her fists into his face. The smugness didn’t change, nothing about his appearance changed no matter how hard she struck.

It was his fault for this, all of it! Her friends weren’t themselves, and whatever was happening was because of him!

Rey swore at him, “WHY!?” She dug her nails down his face, still no effect. “How could you do this to us!?” Another swipe. “We were friends! Why did you do this to me?”

Poe’s face warped from smug to a psychotic grin as he kept laughing at her ill attempts to harm him. “I haven’t done anything near as what he’s going to do to you.” He cackled.

With that, Rey’s movements were frozen. A familiar chill down her spine. She had to get out, she needed to flee as far as she could.

She didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Kaydel’s head slowly turned to look at Rey once more and all she could do was look at her ghostly friend.

Silence.

A heartbeat.

Kaydel’s mouth extended, Rey could hear the joints and bones cracking as her jaw detached unnaturally – an ear-piercing wail so forceful that the house around her shook.

Then, a force removed her from Poe. It spun her in the air, ever so slowly until she was facing the stairs.

A whole new feeling of dread fell upon her. She didn’t want to go up those stairs, not again. Even if her mind refused to acknowledge what exactly it was that she wanting to escape from.

While in mid-air, she made a last-ditch effort to grab at Poe. She preferred him to whatever waited for her.

Rey barely had the chance to even extend her arm fully before the powerful forced dragged her up the flight of stairs at an abnormal speed. The echoes of Poe still cackling as she was being sucked down the hall. Her head turning just as she was about to be whipped into a room.

A brief glance, a mirror a brief flash of light across it as if knowing what was to come.

She clawed at the door frame, fighting against the unknown dragging her. She could feel her nails chip and crack as she put all her strength into it, but the wood began to splinter from the weight of her being pulled against it.

“No!” Rey cried. Pleading for it to let go of it.

It would not.

Instead, a final surge of power was all that the frame needed to finally cave into the weight, breaking beneath her hands.

Rey clawed at the floorboards, her stomach scraping against the old wood as it dragged her through the room and with horror, she realized that she was being pulled into the mirror itself.

This time, the force was replaced with something else entirely grabbing her by her ankle, whatever it was beyond the reflecting glass.

She made a final swipe for something, anything, to help her hold onto the world before her.

There was nothing.

With that, Rey was gone

Within the darkness, Rey could feel herself drift from the comfort of slumber and edge into consciousness. She didn’t want to open her eyes yet, still wishing that she could sleep just a little longer.

She stretched out almost cat-like, feeling the softness of the fabric beneath her and the warmth that followed it. It was welcoming and soothing to her aching limbs.

It wasn’t much longer before reality struck her and she sat up quickly from her position.

Rey was in the middle of a what must be a king-sized four poster bed. A mountain of fluffed up pillows behind her, their material matching the silken garnet red sheets beneath. The blacken drapes were tied against the mahogany wooden columns, its headboard placed against on of the four walls of the room.

It wasn’t necessarily large, the space around her. Enough that she could take in a mahogany writing desk with a simple chair off to the far-left corner, parchments and other items organized neatly in the shelves above.

A dresser not to far off from where the desk was, made from the same wooden material. An open doorway beside it, and from her angle Rey could tell it was a bathroom judging from the tiled floor.

Directly across the room was a fireplace. An extravagant one that reminded Rey of the ones she had seen in Victorian era movies with fine ornate designs of gold framing the marvelous flickering frames within it. There was a black shagged rug stretched out in front of it in lieu of what should have been a couch.

Her eyes drifted to the right side of the room, just to the side of the bed was a broad bookcase spanning from ceiling to floor and every space filled with books.

Further, the wall stretched into darkness.

There was something almost eerie about it.

Rey didn’t think too much more of it as she took notice that she wasn’t wearing her usual clothes. She made a quick assessment of her well being to determine that she hadn’t had any physical injuries that should thought she should have before focusing on what she wore.

An alarming gasp as she clutched at the lingerie.

It was a black, lace teddy that traced over her abdomen and breasts in intricate designs, just barely covering her nipples and the same could be said for her pelvic region. The fabric hardly covering her backside as she was appalled to discover that the front of her was only being kept there by ever so thin straps across her backside in a simple crisscross pattern, also acting as a thong on her rear.  Her sides were exposed just as much as her backside was.

“An improvement from the distasteful drab you had on before. A dark chuckle floated into the room.

Rey quickly grabbed at the pillows, covering herself with an embarrassed squeak.

She frantically looked for the source, forcing her eyes to adjust and peer in the shadows beyond.

Painstakingly, her eyes roved across the form as the familiarity dawned on her. A pair of lengthy legs dressed in a fine black material and ankle laced up dark boots to blend in with the pants. A charcoal tunic that was usually meant to be loose on someone but this one gripped against the muscles of the being, sleeves rolled up to the elbows and stretched V-neck to reveal the chained necklace she had seen before, inky tattoos in patterns and swirls across the exposed skin she couldn’t begin to describe. His hands tucked into his pant pockets, hiding what she dreadfully knew of.

Flashing yellow eyes stared back at her, sinister intent within them.

Rey didn’t need to take in the rest of his appearance, she remembered exactly who this was in front of her.

Rather, what was in front of her.

A shaky breath escaped her, she willed herself not to break down in a sobbing mess and plead for mercy as the flashing images of what this thing had done to her friends.

They were dead, all because of this monster.

All because of Poe.

Her mind was racing with all the knowledge coming back to her, trying to piece together everything.

The demon stayed in his cocoon of darkness as he let out another chuckle, as if knowing her train of thought. “You may speak little one.”

Why did her friends have to die, what did Poe have to do with all of this, and why was she even here? So many questions, so many words Rey wanted to say but only one thing was able to be formed, “Why?” she whispered.

A sigh of contempt as he stepped from the shadows, revealing himself more in detail to her and making her wish that he would have just stayed there.

“Come sit on my lap like a good little girl, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” With that, he removed a hand from one of the pockets and with a snap of his fingers, a luxurious loveseat appeared out of from within the darkness, tendrils of darkness drifting from it as if it was summoned from the other part of a dimension. He sat on it, stretching legs out before him and gestured his other hand out to her.

Rey didn’t dare move from her place on the mattress.

“I said,” He spoke with authority. “Come sit.”

At that, she was moved through the air in a second to be seated across his lap. A hand immediately placing itself on her bare hip, bracing her against him.

Dawning realization told her that his hands were just that, hands. No talons and anything sharp are the ends and even noticed that the horns on his head were gone as well. If it weren’t for the eyes, he could easily pass as human.

Reading her thoughts again, “I am being a gracious host, and believe this is more comforting for you to look at while you adjust.” His free hand came up to touch underneath her jaw to keep her focused on him. “I can fix that if you prefer.” His voice teased, grinning just enough to expose the elongated fangs.

Rey attempted to flee from his clutches, but his iron embrace kept her still.

Ignoring her struggling, he began to speak again. “Your dearest friend that you call ‘Poe’ has been bringing ignorant groups of humans to me for nearly as long as I have been trapped on that fucking land.” Rey stilled, as he continued. “Oh, he’s not human either little one. On the contrary he is one of my many loyal subjects but unfortunate for him that he was stuck in this realm during the time that I was sealed by that bitch.” His hand on her hip squeezed hard enough to make her flinch. “Luckily enough for him that she did not know of him, and for that he has been exceptional bringing me food to play with to pass the time.”

“How I felt such thrill when he came to me, telling me of a human girl that is nearly identical to the witch that had trapped me here all those years ago.” He bent down to touch his nose to the side of her head, inhaling her scent. “He was right, you could be her descendant I’m sure, but you look so much more decadent than her.”

A shiver raced down her spine as he used his tongue to trace the shell of her ear.

“For his fine servitude now that I am free once more, he has been granted free reign amongst your realm to bask in whatever he desires until I have need for him again.” His fingertips traced at her bare skin, “That will not be for quite some time of course, I want to play with my new pet.”

With all her might, Rey shoved at his chest – hard enough to propel her to the floor beneath him. She was still crawling backwards until she hit the base of the bed and only able to look as he stood up from his relaxed position. He cracked his neck and flexed his shoulders as he took two steps towards her.

“You do not look exactly like that witch,” An ominous tone as the horns began to protrude from his skull, and his excited grin showcasing his fangs. “Of course, still enough resemblance for me to want to fuck centuries worth of vengeance into every hole of yours and for as long as you live in my domain, I plan to stretch the punishment out for eons.” The demon hissed out and made to grab at her.

Rey shrieked as she barely moved out of his reach, moving back each time he made a step towards her. His movements careful and focused on the prey before him.

“P-Please.” Her hand outstretched before her as she kept backing away from him. She knew there was nowhere for her to go, nothing in the room that could pose as a weapon, and she knew eventually she would be trapped against a wall at this pace. “I’m sorry that she did that to you, but I had nothing to do with it!” Rey pleaded, tears threatening to fall. “Please let me go home.”

He raised a brow at her, mocking her. “This is where you will remain.” His voice absolute as he lazily removed his tunic, discarding it to the floor to reveal all of his tattoos and muscularly toned body, ready to pounce.

Rey’s back had just touched the wall when she let out a heartbroken sob before he was on her, lifting her up and forcing her legs to wrap around his waist before his hands pawed at her rear and keeping her there. His tongue trailing up her cheeks to lap away her tears.

“My sweet little thing, there is no need to cry.” He cooed. “We haven’t even gotten started.”

She twitched and jerked in his grip, putting all strength trying to push at him again but he remained unfazed.

The demon brought his lips to her ear, kissing at it before speaking. “Be thankful that I am not a selfish lover, I will let you cum on my cock as much you like if you promise to speak my name.”

Rey held her tears and kept her lips together. She wouldn’t. Not again.

A growl in challenge rumbled in his chest before he threw her across the room and onto the bed. Her body barely bounced once before he was on top of her. The remainder of his clothes gone, using his knees to spread her legs as he reached down and tore away at the garment – revealing what little left it had to hide.

She barely had the opportunity to cover herself before an invisible force jerked her arms above her head, crossing her wrists and held her firm. Rey could only stare up at him in terror as he drank in her nakedness.

The demon leaned down so that his mouth was on the base of her jaw, licking and nibbling as one hand played with her nipple and the other snaked itself down to her lower body until his fingers found her clit.

Rey jerked her body at the sudden touch, quick to bite her tongue before allowing a moan to escape.

His fingertips teased at her clit, long enough until the unwilling wetness began to slick between her legs. From there, he immediately forced two of his long fingers into her – pumping.

“Stop…” She whimpered.

He grinned wickedly against her skin. “Maybe if you beg some more.”

The otherworldly being began his descent down her body, giving her languid kisses at her breasts, his tongue and lips dancing down her abdomen. He never stopped until suddenly his mouth was on her clit, her breath hitching as he teasingly traced the sensitive bit with the tip of a fang.

A heartbeat.

His mouth and tongue sucked and licked at her clit mercilessly, his fingers still pacing themselves in and out of her.

Rey cried out, unable to contain herself any longer.

Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, she could feel her wetness begin to pool down to the mattress under her ass. Her arms flexing against the force holding her there.

Her mind was wild, she couldn’t think straight as he assaulted her with his mouth. Rey wanted him to stop and yet wanted to reach to the other side of this sensation.

“Say it.” He purred against her flesh.

Rey bit at her lips again, defiant.

“Say it.” He commanded.

“…Kylo.” Rey moaned.

“Hm?” His tongue flicked at her, swirling around the sensitive and swollen clit before sucking at it.

“Kylo!” She cried out, her hands suddenly freed and found one hand tangled in his hair while the other gripped at his horn. “Please…I can’t handle it!” She begged.

A devilish grin, “Yes you can little one, let that pretty pussy of yours cum on tongue.”

Kylo switched his fingers to take place at her clit while he shoved his long tongue inside of her, tasting all of her.

Rey didn’t last much longer, her hips were moving up and down against his mouth and with defeat she wailed in complete bliss as she felt herself tighten and allowed the rolling sensation of an orgasm take over, coming hard onto his mouth.

Tears spilled down the sides of her face as her body twitched each time he used his tongue to lazily like along her, cleaning the mess she had just made.

“What a beautiful thing you are.” He mumbled. “You will make a fine plaything for me to tear apart.”

Rey was still in a daze, not fully aware that he had moved his face away and sat up. His hands on her hips, dragging her lower half up onto his knees.

It was only when he placed his tip at her entrance did she slip from her stupor. Sheer panic by the size of his penis. It was massive in both length and girth. Rey squirmed in his grasp. “N-No! That won’t fit…please Kylo!”

The demon only looked down at her wickedly, his eyes flashing dangerously. “You will take all of me.” He warned. “I may want to paint your insides with my cum just from watching you split from my cock.”

Kylo left no room for any argument, he shoved himself into her without mercy. His eyes rolled to the back as he groaned out, bottoming into her.

Rey screamed and frantically moved her hands at his arms as she felt the sharp pain of him tearing into her virginity, taking it without any second thought. His was massive, she was so stretched out on him that it was almost unbearable. Kylo was actually going to split her in half.

“Shhh…shhhh sweet little thing.” He cooed down at her, his fingers playing at her clit once more, causing her to jerk against him – another tinge of pain tearing at her. “I will be merciful and give you a moment to adjust, and then your cries will become of pleasure soon enough.”

Rey shook her head fervently at him, eyes slammed shut.

But she couldn’t help the feeling of his fingers playing at her sensitive clit. She kept jerking and gasping as her body was still adjusting to the massive orgasm she just had and his cock stretching inside of her. He was right, her body was beginning to enjoy the sensation and Rey was doing what she could to mentally fight it off for as long as she could.

Kylo’s free hand reached down underneath her ass and felt her wetness at the base. “Oh, little on, you’re so wet for me. Do you know how much you’ve made for me?” He praised. “This little pussy was made for me. Given to me for my years of patience in solitude.”

Rey was too caught up in the pleasure to fully understand what he was saying to her because now he was moving himself slowly in and out of her. The more he was doing it, the more she wanted.

“…Please…” She whined.

For him to stop, or to give her more – Rey didn’t know or even care at this point.

“Beg me like a good little girl.” He commanded in a luring voice.

Rey whined again as he took his time sliding himself out of her.

“Please Kylo…”

“Please Kylo, what?” He asked mockingly.

“Fuck me, please oh please fuck me.” She mewled.

“Good girl.” He hissed.

His hips snapped, sheathing himself fully into her once more and Rey cried out again. He didn’t give her a chance to recover as he began to pound into her, lifting her legs over her shoulders still never ceasing his pace while his fingers played at her.

“Keep coming on my cock.” He groaned. “Show your master how much you love this cock fucking you.”

Rey came again, feeling her walls tighten around him more so than it was already possible.

“Fuck yes!” He shouted.

There was no time for recovery as he gave her before. It was no more than a heartbeat that had passed before she found herself flipped over on her knees, and face into the mattress. His cock never seeming to have left her.

He didn’t hold back, his cock so far into her that Rey felt twinges of pain that she couldn’t help but enjoy as he kept hammering away at her. She couldn’t stop the moaning, pleasure completely taking over her mind as she couldn’t stop the filthy words that were leaving her own mouth. “…So deep…. oh my God!”

A sharp smack on her ass. A fist in her hair pulling her up until his lips were at her ear. “He will not save you from me, you only have one master now and I will only hear – that – name!” He made a point to drive into her in sharp thrusts with each of those last words.

He released her hair, letting her drop back down onto the mattress.

“Saying another name, you will get your first taste in punishment.” Kylo hissed.

His thumb found its way to her tight rim, not hesitating to sink into it.

Rey’s eyes snapped open, and she frantically reached behind her to remove his hand. “No!” She exclaimed.

His hips snapped at her again, silencing her protests as an invisible force once again held her by the wrist but this time behind her.

“You will take this punishment, and you’re going to like how I fuck it.” His thumb moved in and out of her at the same pace as his cock was still ramming into her. “You did yourself a wonderful blessing by coming so much to lube it for me.”

His thumb popped out, both hands sliding her cheeks apart as he once again placed himself at another entrance of her. Rey could only pray, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop this.

Kylo moved himself inside of her, kind enough to not completely just plunge into her as he did with her pussy.

This was so much more painful, Rey sobbed into the mattress as she stretched around him. It was unbearable.

A foreign force, the same that was holding her hand at bay was now moving…inside of her. Pumping into her pussy as if he had never left it.

Moments passed as she once again started to moan from the penetration, not even realizing Kylo had already began to move in her himself. Another moment, and he was at the same pace as he had been before.

“Fuck…your ass…. So…fucking…. tight!” He groaned out. “I don’t think I’m going to stop fucking this ass after I come!”

Rey was now screaming his name, only with pleasure. Her pussy could only continue to come as he assaulted her ass, smacking each cheek with every so many thrusts.

Another wave of an intoxicating orgasm rumbled through. Her pussy clenching, her ass clenching around his cock. Another pleasurable scream from her throat.

“I’m going to come so fucking hard in your tight little ass.” He hissed, his thrusts becoming sloppy, his balls slapping at her pussy that was still swallowing up the foreign object, his hands were gripping at her hips. Kylo began chanting in a language she couldn’t begin to comprehend, his breaths shallow and desperate.

A final thrust, so intense and deep that she was sure his cock was halfway into her body. Rey could feel the warmth of his cum shooting into her, there was so much that it began pooling out of her, dripping onto the sheets below.

Rey didn’t dare move.

Kylo remained in her as he was catching his own breath, one of his arms snaked around her waist to keep her from crumbling into the bed.

She was spent.

Rey was ready to slip into sweet unconsciousness, she would rather face another nightmare than address what just occurred. How much pleasure he brought her and milked her for everything she had to give.

His hands were back on her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. His cock moving, but not to remove itself from her.

Kylo was beginning a new pace.

Rey’s eyes snapped open, a pleading cry.

She wasn’t ready, he needed to let her rest. This was all too much for her.

“I told you that I’m going to keep fucking this little ass, and I’ll stop when I’m fucking ready to stop.” A hand slapped her ass, hard.

“I will fuck every hole of yours – that’s right pet I’m going to make you swallow my cock soon enough.” Kylo growled out. “You will take every inch of this cock; you will take all of my cum and thank me for it.”

Kylo laughed out darkly, chaotically as if drunk on the sheer pleasure he was having by fucking her.

“We have all eternity.”