Renee - Nightmares - NC-17

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Awareness seemed to come to her gradually. She knew she had been doing something before this, but she couldn't remember what it was. Something... strange...



There was grimy water lapping at her knees. She noticed that she was naked. Could this be her astral body? No... it felt too heavy. Too material.

Why was she in this swamp? Moisture-heavy trees sagged into the water, mud and leaves darkening the water into a filthy murk. She took a few steps forward, submerged stones scraping at her feet. Every few steps, she would get stuck and have to pull hard to get out. What was this place?

The sky explained it. Fiery orange, with clouds swirling faster than was natural. This was the swamp of serpents and reeds, then. God was above her. She knew this, though she couldn't see Him. God... or should that be Gods?

There was a sound behind her. She looked back, but could see nothing. There was so much ambient noise... creatures of all shapes and sizes crying out... mating calls, agonised screams, desperate warnings... and then she heard it again, a low growl, seemingly right in her ear.

She spun in place to the extent that she could, almost losing her footing. There... bubbles rising from beneath the surface, rapidly approaching her. She scrambled for the edge of the embankment, but this time she did slip, tumbling to her knees, most of her body now beneath the water. The land had seemed only a few yards away before was receding, falling further and further away from her...

And then he appeared. Sebekh, in all his grotesque glory, fangs flashing as he rose out of the water to devour her. The crocodile-headed god... his jaws came down upon her with a sickening snap as she was swallowed hole. Blackness consumed her.

Sebekh's growling was deafening at first, but the further she travelled through his black maw, the more it receded. The blackness was beginning to resolve itself into... a desert? Black sky, black sand. A black pyramid not far away from her.

She ran for the pyramid, needing to be inside, to feel the walls around her, some sort of safety. Even though the sand fell away maddeningly beneath her feet, she seemed to reach the pyramid unreasonably quickly. It didn't matter though. She shoved hard against the stone doorway, barely registering the symbols thereon. Not normal heiroglyphics, no... they were Tarot cards. Princess of Cups, Prince of Cups, Failure, Ace of Disks...

The walls within the pyramid were featureless, and despite the fact that nothing and no one seemed to be in pursuit, Renee became increasingly frantic as the labyrinth seemed to swallow her. Finally, she rounded a corner, and he was there.

Marcel.

His blackened body hung lip upon a cross, strung up with tarred ropes. Eye sockets gazed at her, the fleshy eyeballs half-melted and congealed upon his cheeks. A grim smile had been burned forever onto his face.

Then the face rose and laughed, the body jerking spasmodically. Her body seemed to be out of her control now, frozen, unable to move. Except for her eyes, that moved downward of their own accord to see his growing erection, the only part of his body that seemed untouched by the flames. Space seemed to bend and fold as the unnaturally huge penis approached her...

Something snapped within her, a defensive reflex, some part of her mind that couldn't let this happen. Marcel was engulfed in flames once more, penis and all. His screams were as loud as Sebekh's deep-throated growls.

The images were fading, her heart still pounding but blank, peaceful darkness rising to attend her. Distantly, she heard a female voice, distinctly Irish.

"I made a present for you..." At those words, Marcel's grinning face, consumed by flames, flashed before her eyes once more. Only for a moment, though... then even her subconscious was dragged down into the murky depths of enforced idleness again...