The Frozen Ground flaws
雨水 [18] / [35]
by Rain Dawson Jan 10. 2025
―I'm going to―
―It's okay.
She said, nibbling on his ear, panting, moaning in pleasure, and it drove him over the edge. He couldn't hold back anymore, and, with a loud grunt, he emptied himself inside her. He rolled off of her, and they both laid there panting.
The room felt darker, and he noticed that the surroundings didn't jive with his memory of where they'd stayed that night.
Adeline got up next to him, looked him hungrily in the eyes, and said.
―You think I'm done with you? I want more.
This wasn't like her, but before he could ask her what she was doing, or question why none of this seemed to be consistent with his memories of that night, she pushed him back forcefully, grabbed his cock, and wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking it to get it hard again. It was still sensitive, and she was starting to get a little rough. He looked down, and could only see her black hair covering her face as she sucked ever more vigorously and squeezed him until he started with pain.
No, this never happened, he thought.
―Hey, stop! You're hurting me!
Alexander yelled and she stopped. Gradually, her hair parted, and as she raised her face towards him, he screamed. But no sound came forth. Her face was the mask of Sarah, rotten and disfigured as before, and her body, the decayed, desiccated form of the mummy in her apartment. She was death itself, coming for him, laughing at him. Her grin widening, splitting her mouth in an unnatural way as she crawled up his body, towards him, spider-like to devour him as he lay immobilized, as if he was poisoned by her venom, and then . . .
He woke up. It was a couple of minutes before he calmed down, collected himself, and realized what had happened. His memory had turned to a dream, and his dream a nightmare. He got out of bed, left the room quietly and checked on Cynthia. She was sleeping soundly on the couch, snoring softly, no doubt because of the whiskey. He went back to his room, and, after a short while, fell back into an uneasy, but thankfully, uninterrupted sleep.