Author’s Note and Disclaimer:
Although arguably all of my works deal with dark and often taboo themes, I in no way endorse or condone the criminal actions therein. Sans some of my poetry, all of my work is fiction, and meant for an Adult/18+ audience. I will endeavor to add content notices/warnings to all of my posts, but some may slip through the cracks.
In Good Little Freaks, there is a general content notice for ruminating over past off-page (child) sexual assault (and grooming within a cultish Evangelical church setting), transphobia/homophobia, depictions of blood and injury, an on-page anxiety attack/emotional breakdown, consensual sexual scenarios, dub/non-con (fantasies), blowjobs, mentioned panic attack related to a past sexual scenario, breath play, chastity play/belts, breeding kink, bloodplay, forced gagging, non-consensual violence (with death and torture as the intended end goal), accidental urination during a sexual encounter, a demonically reenacted past genital/vaginal mutilation, and cursing.
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For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
— Ephesians 6:12 (King James Version)
Dresden coughed and choked on air as the demons turned her right-side up. The world wobbled in her vision and her legs were so fucking weak, weaker than she’d ever been even from a real, pre-negotiated scene. She stumbled forward, focusing on trying nor to land flat on her ass… which was throbbing from the violent intrusions.
Judas’s boots could be heard as he rushed over to catch her as her legs shook underneath her and she started to lurch downward.
“I’m fine.” Even though she wanted to snap and shove Judas away for whatever part they had to play in all of this, she wanted comfort much more. In that moment, riding on the exhausting drop from the orgasmic high of being used and abused more roughly than she had before today, she just wanted to be held.
She slumped in Judas’s protective arms. She inhaled the warm and welcoming scent that never ceased to remind her of dancing around a bonfire in a clearing deep in the woods somewhere. It was a scent that always got stronger whenever there was a full moon and around this time of the year.
A witch… Dresden remembered a half-tipsy conversation with Tomás and Judas after the three of them had fucked sleepily over the course of a long weekend.
Tomás had teased Judas about being halfway to being a proper brujo when they’d made the two of them a hangover cure in the form of a tea made from plants that Judas planted and he and Tomás tended on Tomás and Dresden’s balcony. Dresden had been too wrapped up in luring them back into bed to really let her partners’ conversation and Judas’s insistence that what he did wasn’t quite like that.
“It’s a bit more… more like the opposite of an exorcism. And this… this tea is something I learned from my grandmother. Her husband was a alcoholic.”
“That’s why you never talk to your parents?”
“There’s no one home up there to talk to anymore. No one or any being anyone would want to talk to, anyway.”
“Have you tried to… you know…”
“I can’t… Well, hello sweetheart. Need something from us?”
She remembered Judas seeing her leaning against the doorway, clothed in Tomás’s discarded dress shirt and fiddling with the leash she had hooked to her collar she wore when they were together.
Her heart twinged.
Why hadn’t Judas felt comfortable to share any of that with her?
Their past with their family wasn’t almost a mystery to her. She knew that there was something deeply wrong with his mother, and that his maternal grandmother had basically raised him. She’d thought it was drugs or the bottle that had gotten to his mother, based on Judas’s grandfather’s addiction, but god. Judging on all of context clues that had popped up over the years that she was only just now putting together… was his mom somehow possessed?
She softened her voice. “I’ll be okay.”
Judas not feeling comfortable to share their past with her was entirely her fault. She loved Judas and was in love with them, but she knew that she sometimes treated their time together, whether vanilla or kinky, as something that could end in sex. That wasn’t fair to them. He wasn’t responsible for her habit of using sex as a way to cope. If it had built a wall between her and Judas, or her and Tomás for that matter, than she’d do everything in her power to take down that wall brick by brick. And at a pace Judas was comfortable with.
She saw them as a person, not just a vessel for sexy times, and she needed to show them that she felt that way. Because clearly, Judas thought she only saw him as that.
“We’re not done with her.” The rumbling of one of the demons voices cracked through Dresden’s thoughts. “She is needed elsewhere.”
“Like hell,” Judas seethed. He pulled her tightly against him. They had one arm around her shoulders and hooked under her armpit to keep her upright, and the other had his knife—witchblade—pointed at the two remaining demons. “Go the fuck to where you came from. All of you.”
There was a tisking sound from behind Judas and Dresden as they edged toward the door. A soft feminine voice sighed. “Now that’s not very nice.”
Dresden craned her neck to look behind Judas’s body. “Oh my god—Tomás.”
The older man was being half-dragged, half-stumbling while ensnared in the claw-like grasp of the she-demon from the classroom from earlier. The one Dresden assumed Judas had referred to about only meaning to summon. Blood was streaked across Tomás’s cheekbone, coming from his nose. His whole costume was in tatters and he was moving with a limp.
Dresden screamed and tried to lunge, but Judas had a tight hold on her. “You horned bitch.”
Judas turned around, half keeping an eye on the three incubi. Their whole body tensed at the sight of their mutual partner being jerked and pushed to his knees a stone’s throw away from the whole group in the center of the room. The strung up lights flickered in and out like strobe lights. “Release him. Now.”
The succubus pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand. “Are you serious right now? I thought we were friends.”
Judas laughed harshly. “Friends? Right after you and your buddies brutalize both of my partners?”
“And your other friends who you’ve so conveniently forgotten about too.”
Dresden’s breath caught. “What… Sid? Victor? Where are they? What have you done to them?”
The succubus shrugged half-heartedly, chewing on what Dresden hoped was a wad of bubblegum. “You mean the pair you all let sneak away into the dark, dangerous little playhouse you created for my pleasure?”
She blew out a huge bubble. It popped loudly, spraying blood all over Tomás from behind.
Dresden watched as Tomás flinched as he got a good look at her as she pushed away from Judas and crept towards Tomás. I’ve gotta save someone. I’ve got to do something.
“No idea. Probably got torn to shreds in the traps me and these fine gentlemen set up while you fools were fucking like bunnies right by the door. What a tragedy, really. So close to your own salvation but you allowed your lust and our aphrodisiacs to overwhelm you.”
Dresden was so close to reaching Tomás.
Tomás shook his head weakly. “Don’t listen to her. I heard at least one of them take off for the front doors.”
“Which I locked with your keys.” The succubus groaned. “God, you’re so predictable in your desire to be anyone’s savior. Like God would save a bunch of fags’ souls from some demons your boyfriend here let through on fucking Halloween of all nights. You’re nothing. You’re dirt on His shoe. A reminder that He shouldn't have given you all free will.”
The other two demons’ boots could be heard approaching them, the soles of their shoes scraping the floor like hooves. The echo was deafening in Dresden’s ears. I’ve got to do something. Gotta do something.
“Back the fuck up, you pricks.” Judas shouted behind her at the other demons.
“But fuck…” The she-demon’s shadowy wings shivered in the dark as she checked her long nails. “What a pity, Judas. I really had hoped you’d do better. Too bad I don’t want to save your mommy anymore, which I would’ve done. Truly. But you’ve brought us your fucktoy, so yeah.”
“We had a deal. I give you my soul in exchange for you getting your boyfriend out of my mother’s body. That was it.”
“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have brought us a tastier soul for our boss. Especially one he’s been looking for.” The succubus tightened her grip on Tomás’s bicep as she finally matched Dresden’s scared eyes with her own calculating bright red ones. Her voice deepened into something cloying and familiar. “Hey, Miss Graves. Wanna help wifey and I set up the room for the kids’ group project later?”
Mr. Anderson… Dresden’s eyes widened, tears pricking the backs of them. “That’s his voice… how…”
She she-demon tilted her head to the side and frowned. Her voice changed pitch and was the deceptively sweet soprano of her childhood horror.“Oh? What’s that, honey? You feel yucky when we touch you in your special spot? Aw. I’ll try to be nicer next time, but you know this is really your fault. Good, holy, God-fearing girls should really not show your shoulders like that. You’re telling men that you want them when you show off your body like that.”
“Stop.” Dresden choked on her words of protest as swirls of the demon’s shadows slithered up her legs, mimicking the soft fingertips and sharp nails of Mrs. Anderson touch. “Stop.”
“But it’s my job as a grown woman to teach you the right way of living, the way of the Lord. So, let me just…” The succubus snapped her fingers. “Fix you.”
A burning sensation, one that was an exact replica of what had happened when her past abuser had taken a hot candle and shoved the non-burning end into her hole, flooded her vagina.
“Fuck.” Dresden crumbled to her knees, inches away from Tomás who watched on, begging for them to leave her alone.
“Stop, stop.” Judas pleaded, now right at her side.
This time was worse than when it had actually happened over a decade ago. Dresden writhed on the floor, as the sensation of flames burning her up from the inside in an inescapable inferno. Over her desperate gasps for help, she heard chaos break out as Judas lunged for the she-demon by Dresden’s feet.
A loud fuck snapped through Dresden’s ears. Immediately the burning stopped.
Dresden lay gasping on the floor, inhaling ash from the succubus after Judas had stabbed her. At first, she thought it was the demon or her still screaming. Then she realized that the warm liquid covering her was blood and saw Tomás.
He was slumped on his side, blood spewing from the gaping hole where the rest of his arm should be, but had been severed when the she-demon had been killed.
“Shit,” she tried to crawl over to him to help but was swiftly heaved to her feet. “No, no, no.”
One of the two remaining demons had Judas in a chokehold as he kicked the witchblade across the room. The other incubus had his strong arms wrapped around Dresden’s middle as she thrashed around as best as she could with what little strength she had.
“Please, please.” She sobbed. “Let them go. I don’t know why you all want me, but please. Let them go.”
The rumble of a laugh from the demon made her want to shudder. “What was that?”
She watched on in horror, feeling incapable of doing anything to save anyone as Tomás bled out on the floor and Judas’s face slowly turned terrible shades of purple and blue. “Take my soul or whatever. Just please, leave them alone and let them live.”
The demon holding Judas shrugged and released them. “That sounds like a deal to us.”
The whole room swirled around Dresden in a fiery, gray-tinged red light. Judas running over to help Tomás vanished from her sight as she was pulled downward. The floor gave way like it was water as she and the remaining two demons were plunged into a void-like darkness.
