Beauties VS Beasts

Broc_the_imp: " hush .... This one is stronger i can feel it " the men had stayed away, a shame that was fun. But now this tender morsel walks the unhallowed ground... already she resists my waves of fear and i cannot see much more than clouded images in her mind ...such strength must be sapped and drained ....bled even. Until she is ready to succumb .

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Cammy_White_SF: Watching. Waiting.

Cammy_White_SF: As I drift away into sleep, shapes start to swirl as my mind slips into a dream … Slowly through the foggy void….. The box appears, its strange patterns twisting as if alive. oppressive thoughts Filling my mind. You start to speak your threats to me.. Things that you will do…abuses you will inflict...But I hear them as a soft whisper far away in the void, otherworldy words I don’t understand. My body tenses. I spend the night tossing and turning… Then—suddenly…. release….

Broc_the_imp: Humans sleep and the defenses go lower.. but it is there sub conscious mind only that can be accessed... Still it is a way but first i wait ,watching her dreams, waiting to plant my poison my subtle prompts... Having watched her shower i am more sure than ever that must have her.
Broc_the_imp: There ... She fights .. always confident to win , always thinking she will prevail .. but now her foe is smarter, a move ahead , there is the secret fear of defeat .. ohhh i can work here... Yes... Take your beating , have faith you will win in the end.. only this time ....no ... Again and again dashed to the floor .. sapping her strength but still she rises.. . Crushed and beaten .. finally unable to continue...she will face her nightmare. That she cannot win , that she will taste defeat... ... Yes sleep well ... I smile seeing real beads of sweat on her brow watching her twitch as she fights and fights and fights ... Unable to be victorious. ... She is sleeping yes... But i will not let her rest.

Cammy_White_SF: I wake with a sharp breath, my heart pounding. The dream slips away the moment I open my eyes, leaving only a tired, restless feeling in my head. I don’t remember what I dreamed about, but I feel wrong.

Cammy_White_SF: Dragging myself out of bed, I head downstairs, my limbs heavy. The house is silent as I move through it, my bare feet cold against the floor. In the kitchen, I start the coffee maker..

Cammy_White_SF: Having had coffee, and breakfast… the heaviness in my mind slips away…I Feel good again.. I check my emails—bills, junk, a message from the contractor. I skim through them, reply to some. Then I head to the home gym. Stretch, treadmill, weights—my usual routine.

Broc_the_imp: This then is only the first of many cuts ... Humans have so many intricate things they tinker with and use .. so small and fragile, so easy to corrupt and all that is needed is to lean on the dice of chance. All that is possible can happen and with my help will ...

Broc_the_imp: The painting crashes from the wall far louder than anyone might expect a freak effect....perhaps. the fresh plaster perhaps flawed or weak .glass shatters across the floor making a trap for bare feet... ... The coffee machine new from its box seems inherently dangerous as the sensor fails to stop it and the temperature rises and and rises... Some might think it impossible for the trapped steam to reach such a heat ... But it is impossible after to say . It sits there waiting for release the hot scalding steam straining the valve.
Cammy_White_SF: As the coffee brews, a sudden crash behind me makes me jump. I spin around—one of the paintings has fallen to the floor. I turn around, my heart still racing. Walking over, I inspect it. The bracket was poorly secured—shoddy work. I make a mental note to email Dave about it later. After cleaning up the glass on the floor as good as i can, I turn back to the coffee maker. Distracted, I pull the pot and pour myself a cup.

Cammy_White_SF: The moment I open the lid, a burst of scalding steam escapes, searing my skin. I flinch and let out a small pained yelp, nearly dropping the pot. My hand throbs, redness already blooming across my skin. Cursing myself under my breath, I set the pot down, gripping my wrist. Just what I needed this morning. I put my arm under the tap.. After a moment, I check my skin—red, but not too bad. Could’ve been worse.

Cammy_White_SF: Sighing, I shake off the excess water and reach for my coffee again, more careful this time. Having had coffee, and breakfast… the heaviness in my mind slips away…I Feel good again.. I check my emails—bills, junk, a message from the contractor. I skim through them, reply to some. Then I head to the home gym. Stretch, treadmill, weights—my usual routine.
Broc_the_imp: Yes the world of the internet ...i have spent time to study this at first it was an anathema just pulses of electricity, radio waves and blips of light ... Built in a spiders web of connections. But now i see it as another portal a rich ground of troubled souls, a intresting existence bubbles away in that darkness.. for now a automaton of programmed responses..but the humans keep trying to breath life into it or give it at least that semblance.

Broc_the_imp: And so demonic cyber warfare is declared... Subscriptions to mailing lists for sites on extreme sexual violence, intrest in everything from double glazing to funeral care. Her social media presence tagged to terrorist sympathy groups.. enough attempts at her banking details to have her card put on block... Yes the internet is a wonderful house of cards... But while this is most fun ...i am not above petty . The bleach in the cupboard seems to have a small hole just enough to send a fine spray over everything ...eating away at the seals on the plastic pipe for the garbage disposal I smile and wait for her to hit full stride on her stupid running machine before i trip out the mains hoping the abrupt stop hurts... ...

Cammy_White_SF: As I am scrolling through my inbox, my stomach tightens. Hundreds of emails suddenly start to flood in… subscriptions to sites peddling violent, degrading porn, accusations flooding my social media linking my name to terrorist sympathizer groups.. My fingers tremble as I type out a few frantic responses, on my socials: I do not support terrorist violence.. I scramble to unsubscribe from the filth, then launch a virus scan. Where do I even start… Instead of working out, I spend hours… replying to messages, Trying to contain the damage that has been done…

Cammy_White_SF: Time flies by, and it is already evening when I see it. A message from my bank. Card blocked. My pulse quickens. Clicking into my banking app, My money frozen.

Cammy_White_SF: A cold sweat breaks over me as I grab my phone and dial the bank. My voice shakes as I demand answers. The employee on the other end explains in a calm, detached voice that I’ve apparently had my accounts frozen pending investigation . My heart pounds. This isn’t real. This can’t be real. I argue, with the employee. Finally he tells me they are closing for the evening, and I can file a complaint in the morning. panic rising in my Voice, I protest as he hangs up on me…
Cammy_White_SF: No, no, no… this can’t be happening…..

Cammy_White_SF: I can’t think straight. I need to clear my head. I know that much. I can’t just sit here and lose my mind over this. I need to move, to do something, to make the anxiety stop pounding in my chest. I make my way to the home gym, determined to work through this. Maybe if I just run, I can outrun the panic.

Cammy_White_SF: I step onto the treadmill, the soft hum of the motor starting to calm me, just a little. I start running, to try and clear my head….But it doesn’t help.. I cannot get my mind off the chaos around me… Focus Cammy… Focus…. I speed up. I push harder, faster. Maybe if I burn enough energy, I can outrun all the mess in my head. I tell myself. But it doesn’t work…
Cammy_White_SF: And then—everything goes black.

Cammy_White_SF: As the fuse blows, the treadmill suddenly comes to a screeching halt, and I fly forward, My chest crashing into the console hard. The impact knocking the wind out of me. Sitting on the treadmill my head is spinning. What the hell? The house is plunged into complete darkness. The sudden silence is deafening. The only light left is the faint glow of my phone.

Cammy_White_SF: As I try to bring power back to the house… a sudden awful stech fills my nostrils… it’s coming from the laundry room….
Cammy_White_SF: The stench is overpowering as I move towards the laundry room, I glance over,towards the living room and there, in the darkness, the box is glowing. Its pulsing ominous presence ever changing.. A sudden flash of memory hits me—the dream I had last night. The one I’d forgotten until now. A flash of a clawed hand, creeping around my neck, squeezing tighter and tighter. The thought is unsettling, but I push it away, shaking my head, willing it out of my mind. But yet, as I look at the box.. I love it even more…

Cammy_White_SF: I take a deep breath and step into the laundry room. It’s even worse than I expected. The floor is slick with something foul—dark, wet stains spread out across the tiles. How could this have come from the drain? The source of the smell is obvious, the leaky plastic pipe… With a sigh, I grab some rags and shove them into the drain as tightly as I can, trying to stop the flow. The smell is starting to recede a bit, as i try to clean up the mess the best I can.

Cammy_White_SF: By the time I finish, it's late—far too late for this much chaos. My nerves are on edge, and my exhaustion is catching up with me. I decide it’s time for a shower. And then to bed… Have a good night’s sleep..

Cammy_White_SF: And tomorrow I will tackle this crisis head on!!

Broc_the_imp: I watch her naked in the shower ...i admit i feel desire , she is a strong one...so much sweeter for the plucking... She collapses to bed and i wait ... Watching her fall quickly into slumber... The temperate drops as i work my powers ....bending the laws of probability to make her blankets fall from the bed . I watch as her skin goose bumps , the small lacey set she wears does nothing to keep her warm ...while i lewdly inspect her soft skin and rounded hips ...my servants are at work... Doom rats scamper up from the basement squeezing though the smallest gaps ...leaving dark streaks where they sit only two do i send. But more than enough as they climb and explore .....
Broc_the_imp: There now wake , as i send an icy billow of air that might even feel like someone was breathing on you ... That adrenaline will soon have wide awake ...

Broc_the_imp: There her eyes open ... I see the confusion, the moment of fear quickly controlled.. but now my rats do there work and a mighty crash fills the deathly quiet house. My little helps leave a poop in the middle of the floor , more on the bed... Having pushed the vase off the table..... No i will not let her rest ...

Cammy_White_SF: The warmth of the shower lingers on my skin as I sink into my bed, my body exhausted. My mind starts to drift, weightless, slipping into a dream. The cube is there—its surface shifting, An ancient voice whispering. It’s presence burying itself into my mind slowly.

Cammy_White_SF: A chill seeps into the room, the sheets are lifted softly, as if unseen hands are peeling them away. As the sheets fall to the floor, the temperature plummets. Goosebumps form on my skin.. Then—scratching. Soft, endless scratching. A tickling sensation runs up my legs, my arms, my neck. At first, it’s pleasant, a smile appearing on my face..a sensation almost like soft fingertips grazing over my skin. Stimulating… Hot… But then, the sensation sharpens. Tiny claws. Tiny teeth. The dream warps.

Cammy_White_SF: Rats.

Cammy_White_SF: Swarming, writhing, covering me. Biting, licking, my ears, my hair. I can’t move. My body tightens with disgust, i gag as they push into my mouth, my throat—I can’t scream

Cammy_White_SF: --CRASH--

Cammy_White_SF: I jolt awake, I jerk upright in bed. My breathing deep and panicked. The room is frigid. My body cold to the bone… I look around.. the room is empty. silent. Just a dream. My sheets are on the floor. The bedroom window gapes open, the curtains billowing in the icy air. I look in the corner, there is the source of the consternation.. -a broken vase-

Cammy_White_SF: I sigh in annoyance… I get out of bed.. close the window and move to pick up the pieces of the broke vase… But then—I step in something soft.. wet…. I look down. My heart skips a beat…

Cammy_White_SF: Rat droppings.

Cammy_White_SF: ….a trail of them leads out of the room… I look back at the bed…A sick feeling pools in my stomach. I didn’t notice it before but the bed is full of droppings as well…. across the floor, out the bedroom door. I follow the trail downstairs towards the basement. In the hallway I stop…My eyes flick to the cube on the mantel. For a split second, I swear I see eyes staring back at me—deep, gleaming, and evil. I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. The eyes are gone....

Cammy_White_SF: ..No. Not now...I can’t deal with this right now. I’ll call an exterminator in the morning.

Cammy_White_SF: I take another shower…But it is not a relaxing one…Frantically I clean my body…..Then I change the sheets….As I look at the clock it’s already 06.00 almost morning… looking around me save for my bed.. The room is absolutely fitlhy….For now, I climb back into bed, burying my face in the pillows forcing my exhausted body to surrender to sleep, trying—desperately—to ignore the gnawing unease and the increasing mess around me….

Published: 2025-03-31, viewed 81 times.