Summary: Mr Whatis finds a more pleasurable way of convincing you to trust him.
Author's note: Stranger things sucks but Jamie Bower is hot as hell so heres Henry Creel smut
Word Count: 955
Master List/ Stranger Things Story List
Warnings: Smut, manipulation
🔞 Smut Content: Cunnilingus, soft Dom
🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞
Plushly panting rouse from your lungs in patterned puffs. Pleasure jerks your hips beneath the covers. You're bedroom ceiling comes into view as youre eyes open.
"Mmm..."
A groan vibrates into a moan through your throat. Looking down you find a long body under your cover between you're legs.
"Ugh..."
Their long wet tongue laps between youre legs causing them to try and close only to be stop by large long hands. His voice was as clear as day despite youre covers
"Someone's finally awake."
You knew his voice. That charming young voice.
It was Mr Whatis, Henry Creel. A man who's been appearing to you for weeks in hopes of making a 'darling friend'. You lift the covers to see the dashing blonde man without his glasses and blazers, sleeves rolled up, and mouth glistening.
"Henry... what are you-"
He smiles kindly as he gently shushed you.
"You're safe. No one will know. Just trust me, my dear."
Henry holds youre eyes, letting his tongue finds its way. Your jaw loosens.
"Ugh...oh god..."
As you're head falls back you drop the sheet to cover him again.
"Thats it...just enjoy it..."
The sounds of his work under the sheets arouses you more. Swallowing moans you didnt wish for any loved ones to hear.
"Agh h-henry... they'll hear-"
His chuckle vibrates your wet vulva.
"They can never hear me, sweetheart. You know this. If they hear us... its all because of you~"
His lips wrap around your clit with a Cheshire smile. Meanwhile your lip threatened to pop under the pressure of your teeth. Your hand shields them.
"Mmm!"
To any other, you would have looked down right possessed. Squirming around in bed to the tongue of a ghost trying to suck your soul.
You're mind flashes with images of what it might be like to let him take you all the way. His beautiful lean pale body caressing yours. His hips softly moving in and out against you.
"Mmh!"
Your hand clamps hard on your mouth. Henry's fingers stroke you're entrance. The tip resting right outside your vaginal canal like a gentle hello to an old lover.
"Henry... don't. I can't-"
"Sshhh... trust in me..."
Your jaw opens again when his middle finger finds its way in.
"Stay quiet... they wouldnt understand this... understand us..."
His finger feels never ending, seemingly stretching deep. Simply to explore.
"Sweetheart, you need to promise me you'll stay quiet. Can you be a good girl amd stay quiet for me?"
Looking down your sheet was gone and his bright blue eyes hold yours with authority masked as kindness. You're pathetic nod wasn't satisfactory.
"Words."
His single word command was paired with a curl of his middle finger right into your gspot.
"Yes! Mm... I mean... yes, sir... I'll be quiet."
Henry muphed happily and continued the curling to reward you.
"Mmph... you are a good girl... gonna be so good for me~"
The sounds of your wetness clapping with the rhythm of his finger amplified the power dynamic. Henry's face grows creepier as his authority over you grew. His second finger found its placed squeezed in with its brother.
"Aghh-"
You bite your lip to silence yourself. He lifts his large slim body over yours, never stopping his fingers.
"Thats it. Do as you're told. Stay quiet."
Your legs jerk to the pleasure. His fingers stroke your gspot faster. His face lowers to your ear causing your face to turn away.
"...I own you now..."
Your eyes catch your reflection in the vanity mirror and Henry was there. Not truly.
"Say it." He groans his fingers picking up speed.
"Tell me who owns you."
The reminder of him not really being there with you makes you hesitant.
"Tell me and ill reward you for being such a good girl. Don't you want that, sweetheart?"
You're eyes water in pleasure forcing you to nod.
"Please..." You whisper.
"Say it." He growls.
"You own me... aggh...you own me Henry."
You're confession is still quiet. It snaps Henry's hold causing him to hurry back down to your vulva with a trail of open mouth kisses. Your hand flies to his blonde hair and tugs whole he sucks your clit once more. No words come from him again. He was on a mission and you were trying not to scream. You jerking uncomfortable hip bothered him none. His telepathy held them down with ease.
"Mmm...henry... slow down-"
You're whispered begs were purposely ignored. You're body began to tense.
"Shit... please... henry... I cant... ill scream-"
Suddenly your voice is lost. Like a force had imprisoned it. His tongue moved fast to match his fingers. He almost had you were he wanted you. Just a little more.
You body tried to jerk up but didnt move. A scream was locked in your chest as you came hard on his tongue and fingers.
Your burning body cools at the sweat sliding down your skin. Henry's smiles into your convulsions.
"See? That wasn't so hard was it?"
The ceiling above you blurs. His powers temporarily paralyzing you while he stands to his full height. Wipping his mouth, Henry grins at the gleaming residue on his left hand. His tall figure crawls up your paralyzed body.
"I'll take you away to a place much more desirable then here... youll want for nothing and youll feel..." He leans to your ear. "everything~"
Pulling back to look you in the eyes his expression his full of disturbing determination. You're eyes water from crashing pleasure and clouded confusion.
"Don't you want that, sweetheart?"
He nods encouraging yours to follow.
"Good girl.. youll like it and all its little pleasures."
As he leans down to kiss the curve of your ear, your ceiling starts to crack and glow red.
"H-henry-"
"Sshh just trust in me~"
His words trail off as he vanished from your mind. The ceiling breaks open by the claws of a demogorgon. You're almost crushed by the best landing on your bed to snatch you through the portal of whence it came.
HIIIII!!! 🎀💖💖 IM FRAGMENT!!! (Yes my actual birth name, i know I know its out of the ordinary) but I have a request to make if its alright with you! I really do love platonic yanderes and I was wondering if we could have a yandere platonic henry creel/mr whatsit x reader! The reader is a kid in this and is apart of the little victim things in the creel house with holly🎀 We are Holly's younger sister by a year amd we are also in the creel house with holly after the Demogorgon kidnapped us!! Mr whatsit sees us as his own kid/sibling for some reason (he doesn't even know why) so he treats us a little differently then the others! Like with more care and warmth! Have a great day! Bye!!
a/n: sorry I've been putting this off so long!! this fanfic has been in my mind so much but I've been desperately trying to think of how to do this the proper way 😓😓. anyways thank u for the lovely anon and here is your fic I hope you enjoy!!
Mr Whatsit..?
warnings: mostly fluff, some mentions of violence?? mentions of drugs.
disclaimer: this fanfic is in NO way to romanticize children and or ship an adult with a child. I do not write that kind of fanfiction. with the wrong point of view someone might view this that way (that is not the plot nor is implied in the fanfic)
you and holly had spent what felt like years trying to figure out where you were or at least get a decent look of your surroundings. the past few hours you both were held up in this strange house? it would have been creepy, except there was quite literally everything you could ever want or dream of inside of it.
"cool!! look at this y/n!!" your sister holly said showing you some sort of knick knack.
but you didn't respond. you didn't even glance over. you didn't know were you guys were and clearly holly didn't care.
holly was older than you, a whole year older. yet in situations like these you always found yourself to be the one being the "man" as your dad would tell you and taking charge.
all of the weeks leading up to today had been awfully strange to you. the days had been quieter, colder, toys didn't make you feel the same, and you kept seeing this strange man.
Mr whatsit.
he followed you everywhere. you'd see him at school when you arrived, when you went to recess, when you left school. you'd even see him peering through class windows at you.
holly loves him. holly always spoke very fondly of mr whatsit but you found him.. rather strange. most of the time he wouldn't even talk to you he would just stare from afar.
*door opens*
...
you and holly both jumped up to see that man in the hall smiling down at you both.
"ah yes, y/n and holly wheeler." he said offering you a smile
"Mr whatsit??" you both said in unison, confused as to why he was here.
you two weren't even sure if this was even really happening or if it was just some weird dream, but part of you hoped it wasn't a dream.
"how are we doing today, hm?" mr whatsit said looking at you two.
"we're doing goo-"
"why are we here!! what do you want from us!! who even are you. how did we get here!" you said interrupting your older sister.
mr whatsit let out a chuckle before telling you it was "alright" and he'd "explain later but he has to go now". then he said something. you couldn't quite understand but he said something about monsters?? and not going into the woods??
"wait!!" you called out
he casually turned around and left the house.
"well great, now what." you said looking at holly annoyedly.
"listen y/n. I don't know about you but. I think we should find out whats in those woods."
"what."
and before you could get in another word holly was going upstairs to change.
you thought about dumb this all was, more importantly how dumb holly was. I mean how could she just leave like that. she has no clue what shes getting herself into.
she interrupted your thoughts asking you to come with. you said no. you watched as she left the house with some kind of map?? and as she went off into the woods you scoffed before lying down on a couch somewhere.
you didn't mean to but you fell asleep. very asleep.
you woke up sometime later to children. all yelling.
when you opened your eyes you saw a few of your classmates. all huddled around mr whatsit for a speech. your brain was foggy, you couldn't make out anything they were saying. god how long were you asleep for anyway..?
you stood up and immediately crashed to the ground.
mr whatsit came running over and immediately asked if you were alright.
you couldn't talk. you couldn't even think. you felt so weird.
"its alright y/n.... soon you'll feel much much better and you won't ever want to leave." he whispered to you before picking you up and carrying you upstairs, tucking you into bed and then returning to the chaos of children downstairs.
mr whatsit kept you away from everyone. he told you, you had a bad cold and you needed to recover away from the rest of the children. but you didn't feel sick. you told him you really were okay just drowsy, and that you wanted to go engage with everyone.
but he never listened.
one day, at least you thought it was day since the days and the nights all got lost in your head. you groggily woke up, feeling a strange pinching in your arm.
as your eyes slowly opened you ripped your arm away, not believing the sight in front of you. mr whatsit, towering over your bed with some kind of syringe feeding you strange medicine.
is this why you're always so tired? why you can never play with the other children? had he really been robbing you of life these past weeks?
it was no use anyway, he watched your eyes open in shock before watching them slowly close again.
the next time you woke up you yelled at him, accusing him of drugging you, telling him how awful he was, but he simply told you it was an awful nightmare and to not worry because it would all be better soon.
*knock *knock
he always knocked before entering. you didn't know why since its not like you could even move to do anything.
"good morning y/n! its a lovely day today isn't it?" he said placing a bowl of soup on your bedside table.
you chose not to speak to him.
he sat down in the chair next to your bed.
"why do you keep me here?. why can't I see my sister..... or anyone for that matter." you spoke out.
he sighed before responding "listen.. y/n.. you're not like the other children. you're different, special. sure your sister is intelligent and very delightful but you're more interesting, more interesting than all of the children here in fact. theres something about you that none of the other children have, and I've really grown fond of you. the other children may be in danger very soon, and I cannot protect all of them.. you understand. don't you y/n?"
you nodded quietly, looking down at the edge of the bed.
"I can't save them, but I can save you. you mean so much to me y/n and I understand that we don't know each other very well but that can change!" he took your hand into his.
"there's so much that can change y/n. I just need you to be here with me. you're going to save me and I am going to save you."
"why." you said shedding a tear.
he gently wiped your tear away and placed a kiss to your forehead.
"because I love you-"
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THATS WHEN CHRIS HANSEN CAME BUSTING IN AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT HE BROKE DOWN THE DOOR WITH MIKE AND DUSTIN WHO WERE TRYING TO MAKE A TV SHOW CALLED "HOBOS OF HAWKINS" A SHOW WHERE THEY BUST PEOPLE FOR DOING BAD THINGS IN HAWKINS.
"HENRY CREEL STEP AWAY FROM THE UNDERAGE GIRL!!" MIKE YELLED ON HIS GIANT MEGAPHONE.
CHRIS HANSEN JUMPED UP AND GRABBED YOU OUT OF THE BED AND HANDED YOU OFF TO A FEW MEN WHO TRIED TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER.
"NOW HENRY, WHY DONT YOU TAKE A SEAT." MIKE, DUSTIN, AND CHRIS HANSEN ALL SAID IN UNISON BEFORE POINTING TO ANOTHER CHAIR IN THE ROOM.
HENRY GOT UP ANGRILY AND TRIED TO USE HIS POWERS BUT THEN ELEVEN AND HER SISTER CAME OUT
"SORRY HENRY THE UPSIDE DOWN RULES SAY IF YOU LIKE KIDS YOU CANT USE YOUR POWERS ANYMORE"
"WHAT THE FUCK!!" HENRY SAID ANGRILY
"HENRY IS IT TRUE YOU WERE HERE TO MEET A 10 YEAR OLD GIRL??" SAID MIKE
"UMM... WELL YA BUT WE WERE JUST GONNA LIKE HANG OUT..." HENRY SAID NERVOUSLY
"WHAT DOES HANGING OUT MEAN??" CHRIS HANSEN SAID.
"LISTEN I JUST WANNA EAT MY PIZZA GUYS" HENRY SAID GRABBING A SLICE OF PIZZA OUT OF HIS ASSHOLE.
"WE KNOW YOU WERE HERE TO MEET A 12 YEAR OLD GIRL AND IF YOU DONT TELL US WHAT YOU WERE GONNA DO!! THESE CHAT MESSAGES WILL SHOW US!!" DUSTIN ACCUSED
"OMG!! I WASNT DOING ANYTHING!!" HENRY SAID MOUTH FULL OF BUTTHOLE PIZZA
"OKAY DUSTIN ILL LET YOU DO THE HONORS" CHRIS HANSEN SAID TO DUSTIN HANDING HIM THE TABLET OF CHAT MESSAGES
"IT SAYS SENT LAST NIGHT FROM HENRY TO THE DEMOGORGEN "BRO IM SO EXCITED TO TICKLE THAT KIDS BARE BUTT" OH MY GOD!!" DUSTING YELLED
"STOP THAT WASNT ME!!" HENRY YELLED CHOKING ON BUTT PIZZA
"UM YES IT WAS NOW LET ME READ THE OTHER ONE "IM GONNA HAVE TO CLEAN MY PIPES BEFORE THIS ONE" WHAT THE FUCK!!"
"what does that mean?" eleven said to her sister
"ummm i dont know i think it means cleaning his weiner..?" her sister replied
"what!??! why would he say that to her!!" eleven yelled
"CAN I LEAVE I JUST WANNA LEAVE!!" HENRY SAID ANGRILY
"OKAY FINE HENRY WE'RE GONNA LET YOU GO" SAID CHRIS HANSEN AND YOU ALL WATCHED AS HE WALKED OUT OF THE DOOR. YOU FOLLOWED HIM DOWNSTAIRS AND OUTSIDE WHERE 300 UPSIDE DOWN POLICE OFFICERS AWAITED AND GRABBED HENRYS BOOTYCHEEKS BEFORE VIOLENTLY SHOVING HIM INTO THE COP CAR AND LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF BCS HE GOT CAUGHT.
"YEAH I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY. HE TRIED TO DIDDLE ME TOO!!" HOPPER SAID LAUGHING
"um what..." you said looking at hopper
"UM... YOU KNOW LIKE.." HOPPER SAID LOOKING AT YOU
"fuck this shiiiiiiiittt im tryna go home so i can listen to billy joel doo wop!!" you yelled angrily before jumping in the upside down crazy car with mike, dustin, chris hansen, hopper, eleven, and her weird sister who would lean over every 3 minutes to smell you and you kept hearing whisper to her sister how she wanted to sacrifice you and eleven would hit her and you would tell on her and she would get a spanking from hopper.
when you got home your mom was PISSED.
"WHERE HAVE YOU GIRLS BEEN!!" SHE YELLED ANGRILY SHOWING YOU HER SCARY BUTTHOLE MOUTH W TEETH LOOK
"UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM WE WERE AT JEFFERY DAHMERS HOUSE " YOU JOKED OUT LAUGHING
YOUR MOM GOT SUPER MAD AND MADE YOU GO TO BED AFTER THAT BUT YOUR DAD STOPPED YOU ON THE WAY UPSTAIRS
"WAIT A MINUTE!!! KAREN COME LOOK AT YOUR DAUGHTER!!! SHES HIGH AS FUCK!! WHAT DID YOU SMOKE!!!" YOUR DAD YELLED AT YOU
KAREN CAME BUSTING IN BEFORE STARING INTO YOUR EYES AND SEEING YOU WERE ON DRUGS
"WHAT THE FUCK!!! DID YOU DO DRUGS!!!" SHE YELLED IN YOUR FACE
"NO BITCH!! I WAS FED DRUGS GODAAYUM! ITS NOT MY FAULT FUCKKKKK!!!"
"LANGUAGE!! YOU DONT TALK TO YOUR MOM LIKE THAT"
"FUCK YOU HOBOS I NEED TO TAKE A FAT SHIT." YOU YELLED BEFORE RUNNING UPSTAIRS AND LOCKING YOURSELF IN YOUR ROOM.
"sigh... no one understands me.." you said looking longingly at your room
"WAIT A MINUTE!!
I HAVE AN IDEA!!!"
18 months later.
you had written the best song ever they played it on the graduation day, at parties, at clubs, and you finally got to hear it on the radio for the first time.
"SHUT UP GUYS!" you yelled shushing nancy and jonathan who were in the car with you when you got to hear your song.
"WHATS UP GUYS THIS IS ROCKING ROBIN ON THE HAWKINS RADIO *FART SOUND* OOPS!! *BURPING SOUND* FUCKKK *LAUGHING SOUND* THERE WE GO!! SORRY STEVE DITCHED ME TO TEACH MINORS TO PLAY WITH BALLS SO NOW IM ALONE BUT ANYWAY!! TODAY IM GRATEFUL TO PLAY A VERY SPECIAL SONG WRITTEN BY A VERY SPECIAL KID ABOUT A VERY SPECIAL EXPERIENCE. THIS SONG WAS WRITTEN BY MY LITTLE KID FRIEND Y/N!!! HERE WE GO!!"
*the radio said as your song cued up and began*
A/N: Hey this is a request I took from a friend who loves the idea of Vecna as I do so I decided to write this. I made Vecna a kind of hybrid of Peter and Vecna so that it’s still has that monsterfucking aspect along with some human properties as i do not know Vecna’s full anatomy (also i just love jaime’s face)☺️ This will be like a diary entries of an anthropologist who slowly descends into a path of darkness.The diary will be first person but after it’ll be second point of view. Also I use the words “vines” and “tentacles interchangeably. Part 2
Summary: Banished to the world that has now became “The Upside Down”, Peter/Vecna marks his first victim an anthropologist with morbid curiosity. But when she shares his same philosophy, he finds himself wanting her by his side.
Word Count: 2.9k+
Warnings: mention of murder(s), morally ambiguous reader, loss of virginity, blood kink, use of tentacles (sexual), anal sex, choking, pain kink, spanking, vaginal penetration, corruption kink, spit as lube, degradation kink, doggystyle, drooling, tummy bulge, breeding kink, creampie, uses of names like “sir”, “master”, “king”, cum eating
June 16, 1983
Dear Diary,
I’ve seen him again today. Vecna. That’s what I call the monster that haunts my dreams. I’d accidentally fallen asleep from exhaustion for a split second and next thing I knew I was back in his lair. Whenever I’d close my eyes, he’d be behind them. Waiting. I’ve fought to stay awake ever since. He’s threatened to show me my “true nature” or so he puts it. Somehow knowing my true self scares me. I know I’m not like other my age. I’ve always had a fascination for things that are strange which only increased the moment I saw him.
Vecna looks pained. Like someone’s hurt him in the past. I found myself wanting to know who could have hurt monster like him. Yet from what I understood he was once man. A man who had his on motivations and his own ideals that were slowly ripped from him and banished from human society. Now he was a former shell of himself. Part man, part other worldly being seeking revenge and power. It’s like I could feel his every emotion. Like I know his story. I dare say that I sympathize with the entity.
June 20, 1983
Dear Diary,
I’d managed to close my eyes again. I don’t fear being dragged into his reality. I’ve embrace it. I’m still alive. I assume there must be some reason why he wants me alive. Maybe I could find him. Any chance I’d get to be in his world, I would commit every detail of the strange dimension, The Upside Down, to memory. I’d draw the details and displayed them on my wall. I’d stay up late nights going down a rabbit hole researching and looking into random experiments done in Hawkins hoping it’d mean I’d find him soon. I think he’s finally taken ahold of my mind. I welcome him.
June 30, 1983
Dear Diary,
Strange things are frequently happening in Hawkins. Murders, people disappearing, sightings of cryptid creatures. I know it’s him. He’s getting powerful. I could feel him getting powerful. It…excited me. I’ve never been so interested in learning about a person’s life the way I do now. To think that a human could be so powerful? Would be considered human at all since he’d been born with these gifts? I’d like to think that he could feel me, too. That he understood my devotion to him. That I’d only ran away and kept myself from sleeping because I was scared to know who I really am. But he’s shown me that gradually over time.
None of the research I’ve done in university could ever match what his existence. I want to know him now more than anything.
July 1, 1983
There it was in front of you. A gate to The Upside Down beckoning you to enter. It’s a hidden hole in a tree surrounded by a wet sac. You enter not even thinking of the consequences. This will be the first time you’ll get to see him physically so consequences be damned. You break through the slimy barrier. The cold wetness of the unidentifiable substance coating you and your scantily clad red dress.
Once you made it through, an immediate chill goes down your spine. You know he’s close. You explore the grounds, taking note of every sight. It looked just like your worlds except dark. You speculated that through this shadow world this was how he accessed his victims.
You walked through the streets searching for the street where your home lies. Not surprisingly, your home was in fact there. You walked through the doors. The atmosphere eerily still. Looking around, it’s like nothing changed. You notice a light under the door frame of your room upstairs. It grew bright. Tiptoeing up the steps, the floorboards creek underneath your bare feet. Your heart racing.
Once you’ve reached the room, you lower yourself down attempting to look under the door frame. No movement, just blinding light. You stand up, grip the knob, take a breath, and then slowly turn it. The light flickers as you walk through the room.
You notice your diary rested on your bed. You pick it up, flipping through it’s pages. It’s all of the entries you’ve written since the beginning of his mark on you. It’s practically duplicate.
Suddenly, the air shifts and you were sure you were alone anymore. Wet, heavy footsteps thumped against the floorboards. You don’t dare to turn to look. Even as the slick appendage wrapped around your neck, you remained still. You hear his rumbling growl.
“Y/N.” He says, turning you slowly to look at him. His voice, an overlay of a growling beast mix with a hint of his original innocent voice. His facial features part man, part creature. You could tell he was handsome with enticing lips and bright blue eyes. The other part of him was of this strange world. Dark, wrinkled wet skin almost reptilian and flesh in texture. He donned white clothes that had been torn and darkenedfrom what appeared to look as if he were struck by lightning. Several tentacles extended out and around him like extra limbs. Both sides of him were gorgeous and you could feel yourself weak at the knees at this discovery.
“My king.” You moaned.
He looked as if he was psychoanalyzing you in his head, trying to pick you apart. Were you here to serve him? The answer was yes. You were his to use. You spent years wanting to figure out the nuances of humanity and once you realized it, it only made you want to seek something new. Exciting. Morally corrupt. He was exactly who you needed.
“King?” He questions with a head tilt, releasing his grip from your neck.
You take this as an opportunity to show your worth to him. You fall to your knees, bowing your head and hands flat on the ground. You look up at him with admiration. “I understand. I know what you feel and how you think. For years, I’ve studied humanity. I’ve seen the things we’re all capable of. We are not perfect. We are destructive, cruel, irredeemable. That is why I give myself to you and will hang on every word you say. I want you to teach me to be in your light. To serve by your side and fulfill your every wish. I want to be perfect for you. Please claim my body as yours to use however you like.”
He takes a step closer to you, tilting your chin up with an elongated finger. “Such a needy little thing you are. Typical of you humans. Always wanting regardless of if it’s bad for you,” He pulls his cock from his confines. It’s hard and the tip leaking precum. It was large in length smooth, slimy, reptilian skin but appeared like the average male anatomy. “Go on. Show me how you’ll serve me.”
You take his harden member in your hand taking in its beauty. You’d never seen a man like him. You settled with the idea that he would be the one to take you precious flower. He was worthy of corrupting the purity you’ve tried to maintain.
You swirl your tongue around his tip, sucking hard. You earn a grunt from him. This makes you want to hear more. Lowering your mouth down to the base, you swallow around him. He looks so beautiful above you, watching you take his down your fragile throat. He couldn’t wait to rip you apart on his dick and show you how to be taken and trained properly.
A tentacle slithers between your legs. You spread them wider wanting to show your submission to him. He just under your panties. You could feel the slimy suction of the feeler caressing the inside of your thigh. It light goosebumps against your skin at its texture. You gag around him, taking him deeper and deeper.
“Mm, you’re so greedy for me. I’m sure you wouldn’t care that I’ve killed before. Your life could be in danger right now and yet you still lust for cock. You’re such a greedy, fucking whore.” He slaps a tendril-like limb against your ass hard, the wetness causing the contact to sting even more. You choke against him.
The limb between your leg teases your clothed pussy before pushing the soft cotton of your underwear to the side. He flicks your clit back and forth, the suctions on the vine catching it over and over.
Your eyes roll back. “Thank you, sir.” You mewled, stroking his cock while you moaned out and ground against the thick appendage.
He pulls you by your hair and yanks your mouth back onto him. “Did I tell you to stop? Now I’m going to rut into your throat until it’s raw.” Wrapping two tentacles around your hair like pigtails, he drives your mouth down his length over and over. You’re forced to continue to breathe through your nose. His hips moving into your mouth so rough you could feel him in your esophagus. The limb playing with your clit rubbing harder against you. It was borderline painful.
“Look at how wet you are,” He pulls himself from between your legs even with the wet texture of his skin, you can evidently see your creamy slick against the dark blue tendril. “You enjoy being treated so poorly. I can let all my frustrations on you and you’d take it.” He pulls your mouth off him by your hair. Groaning when he sees the lines of saliva connecting his cock to your tongue, break off and drip down you chin and chest.
“Yes, master. I love to be used and ruined by you.” You say with a gasp. He shoves himself down your throat once again while thrusting the vine inside you. You cry out. You hadn’t expected penetration so suddenly. He was just at the barrier if he thrusted further you’d officially be his.
“Sit.” He commands you.
You adjust yourself, shifting at the knee so that you could take him deeper. You’re mouth yanking away from his cock once more. The barrier is finally broken and you stutter out a groan. “F-fuck!”
He maneuvers in and out of your quivering pussy, groaning at its tightness. You look down between your legs watching the extender inside you. There was blood trickling down your thighs. He was fascinated by the sight, pulling himself out of you and tasting the salty, warm liquid. His eyes glimmer with a newfound interest.
He tears off your dress and panties from you in one swift tug, your body completely bare. You instinctively cover your breasts. He couldn’t help but notice how innocent you looked under him. Like a little lamb put up for the slaughter. But you had offered yourself to him. You asked for this. So how innocent were you really?
He rips your hands away. “Do not hide yourself, little one. You belong to me.” His vine coils around your neck lifting you off your feet and slamming you against the bed. You were like a rag doll in his grasp, biting your lip at the feeling of being manhandled. You’re flipped over, forced on your hands and knees. You can hear him fumbling with his clothes. You peep over your shoulder to witness his full body which also bore resemblance of that of man and creature.
“You’re so beautiful, master. I can’t wait to have you against.” You moaned, rolling your hips in anticipation.
He smacks your ass once again then entwining an extended limb around your waist and pulling you against him. He plunges himself deep into your walls, bottoming out in one swift move. You wail, gripping the sheets in front of you. He forces your face down into the mattress while your ass remained high in the air. It was angled just in the right position for him to pummel into your wetness over and over. His grunts above you mixing in with your whines.
“So fucking tight. I’ll ruin this cunt so that no other man can have you.” He growls, smacking your ass once more. You can feel the extenders slithering all over your body caressing every part of your skin and tweaking your nipples. The suctions on them lighting goosebumps against your skin. He spits at your puckered hole rubbing a thumb at the entrance then you recognize the familiar slimy, wiggling of the tentacle penetrating your anal cavity.
He thrusts in and out of it in time with his hardness driving into your pussy. You rise up on all fours again, your tongue sticking out, panting and drooling at the pressure of being filled in both holes. “Holy fuck! Yes, yes, yes. Just like that.”
He mercilessly pounds into you, pulling you closer to him so that your back was flushed against his chest. “This is your role now. You are to take everything I give you. Everything. You’ll serve as my queen. Never to question me. Do you understand?” He whispered into your ear. He sounded so fucking sexy. His voice strained from the moans he held back so that he could speak his commands explicitly.
“Yes, master. Yes, my king. I will take it all.” I throw it back against his cock and the tentacle. They stretched both holes with a mix of pain and pleasure. You want to prove to him you can handle it with ease.
“You’re such a fucking whore. You’ve come here searching for trouble. You beg for me to take you. Then you sacrifice your whole life up there just for a taste of my cock. You’re despicable.” He smacks your ass.
“I’m filthy, sir. A fucking degenerate. I want to be whatever you want me to be. I want you to mold my whole world into your liking.” He pounds harder and it’s as if he’s got even more inches of himself to give to you.
You can feel him sloshing around inside, knocking at your insides and forming a bulge at your belly. You press it causing the two of you to hiss at the action. He swivels his hips making certain that he hits every square inch of you. His length nudges at the small, fleshy button inside you repeatedly. It felt as if he’d touched that part of you from both entrances, the tentacle flicking inside you back and forth.
Your drawn out groans are now, short gasps of air. “I’m gonna fucking cum. You’re so amazing, master!”
He rubs at your clit, the suctions pulling at your clit. You were beginning to feel delirious at this point. It was all so much and you knew that you’d finally lost any sense of sanity, you once had. A wave of bliss takes over you and you can feel yourself gushing, the evidence of your arousal dripping down your inner thighs and his cock.
“Mmm,” He moans, witnessing your creamy slick and blood make a mess of your lower bodies. He pumps sloppy, long strokes into your pussy. “Would you like to be filled to the brim, hmm? Make you drip with my cum.”
“Please fuck your babies into me. I wanna be round and full and take all of it inside. I don’t want to waste a single drop,” You fucked back against him faster, ruining his pace. You were set on him cumming in you and you could feel another orgasm beginning to bubble in the pit of your stomach. “Hurt me, master. Just the way you like. I know it’s what you need to cum. I’ve studied you. All so that I know how to please you. Please hurt me.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He knew you could take the pain. His thrusts returned to the same force that crossed the line between pain and pleasure. He bites at your shoulder, choking you simultaneously. Your air supply had been cut off; you were getting dizzy. Your orgasm was approaching soon and you crawled at the tentacle that constricted your throat. He pounds into your sweet spot once again and a cry rips from his chest and you both tremble against one another. You both arrived at the same time. You felt as if you were dying the orgasm that shook through you so powerful, your wetness shot out like a sprinkler, wetting the bed.
His cum is hot as it paints your walls white inside you. He continues his thrusts to the point of overstimulation wanting to make sure his essence remained deep inside you. Vecna lets go of your body and you immediately collapse against the mattress. Your face down and ass still in the air as you heaved for air. He stares down at your quaking core which had been coated with a mixture of your blood and juices as well as his cum that began to seep out. He takes a finger gathering it and you turned your head to the side to face him, sticking your tongue out. He runs his finger back and forth against your tongue until you clasp a finger around it and sucked.
He removes his finger, patting and rubbing you on the head. You accept the warm embrace, nuzzles your head into his hand. “I knew you’d be the perfect queen. You understand.”
“Yes, my king. I’ve always known I was meant to serve you. I don’t care if you hurt others. You do it because you want you humanity to be better and recognize its deplorability.”
“You wouldn’t turn against me if I were to ask you to carry out an important mission?”
“No, sir,” You sit up, resting your butt on the bottoms of your feet. “I will do anything you say. I meant every word.”
“Then, there is someone whom I need you to bring to me?”
That is, until there was but one child remaining. Eleven. I was tense and emotionally exhausted. I felt bad for each and every one of them, Two included. He was but a product of his environment, and nobody had ever taught him about morale or kindness. Nor had he ever received it.
Eleven was shaking in her boots. She sucked in a firm breath. Henry, his shoes clacking loudly in the silent room, went behind the young girl. He tied it with ease. And then, unlike the others, I noticed that he leaned over her shoulder and whispered something to her. Papa noticed. And I already knew Henry would be reprimanded later for his ‘disobedience.’
He returned to his spot against the wall, and I relaxed as I felt his arm against mine. Papa glanced, clearly displeased by what he did. However he didn’t call attention to it. Instead, he turned back and stated,” Begin.”
Both were shuddering tremendously, trying so very hard to muster the strength. My attention was completely stolen. At least, that was until I felt something press against my hand. I almost jerked away, but I recognized Henry’s soft fingers as they glided across my palm and he scooted closer, pushing our hands out of sight.
I gulped and I could only hope that my cheeks didn’t flush. There was something so much more loving as we held hands in secret, and as we watched the battle - me with great dismay -, I gained comfort from the quiet reminder that Henry hadn’t forgotten me yet.
My gaze returned to Eleven. She was grunting loudly, painfully, and Two was still seething. My heart accelerated, but this time, not from Henry’s gentle touch. His thumb circled over my skin smoothly and I gripped even tighter, watching with wide eyes.
Suddenly, Eleven was scooted back to the edge of the circle. There was something almost entertaining about it all, as though it were a nation-wide sport, and I could tell from the look in Papa’s eyes that he found it amusing. But Eleven regained her composure. Blood was dripping down both of their noses, and my brows furrowed.
As she raised her hand, a scream broke loose. Two clearly caught off guard, was thrust into the wall. I gasped audibly this time, but Henry squeezed my hand, reminding me not to react. Tears threatened to fall because this entire situation still appalled me.
Two’s body had left cracks in the glass and he tumbled to the floor. Eleven was panting furiously and lowered the blindfold, horror dawning in her eyes. Two used the wall to stand up, tearing off the blindfold in disbelief. There was something threatening in his gaze.
“Well, well. It looks like we have a new winner.”
~~~
I washed my face in the employee bathroom for the umpteenth time that day. Henry had yet to visit me in my dreams, and I was getting worried. Were they monitoring him so deeply? It had been god knows how long - at least a week - since we’d interacted, other than fleeting, affectionate glances. Not since we held hands. And I clung to that memory tightly.
For a place so ‘peaceful,’ it was horrible. Two was electrocuted severely for hurting Eleven so, and he came crying to me about it. About how badly he just wanted to impress Papa and be the best. And I couldn’t help myself. Nobody had heard, but I promised him. That things would get better soon.
And the adoration I held for Henry was starting to wear off. I needed his comfort to keep me sane in this hell, and without him, I was reduced to a pile of ashen rubble. Every time I went to the bathroom, I ended up taking longer than a minute - like I once did before skipping around the house to continue what I was doing - because I just couldn’t stop crying. Everything about this place was evil.
And with Henry’s silence and odd behavior I was starting to wonder if I was as trapped as him and all the other poor children.
As I raised my head and faced the mirror, I sniffled. I looked so miserable. My face was pale from the lack of sunlight exposure. I wasn’t able to stomach as much food because of the depression that consumed me. I barely slept because eI hardly expected Henry to be there.
And then, the knob to the bathroom jiggled. My voice was croaking, but I managed,” Occupato!”
“…It’s me.”
I almost melted at the sound of his gorgeous voice. Without thought, I threw the door open. He stumbled inside, seemingly weaker than usual. It worried me, because he looked so very tired. He pushed and locked door behind us, though.
And it was like he was consumed with an entirely new disparity and passion. Before I could get even a word out, I was pushed up against the sink. I gasped out of surprise, feeling my cheeks darken. At the same time, an arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer, while the other tilted my head up.
“Hen —“
He cut me off entirely, pressing his lips against mine. It took me a moment to realize, and he pushed himself against me further. I reciprocated after I regained composure. More tears escaped and I swung my arms around his neck, closing any conceivable distance between us.
Oh, how I missed the feeling of his lips against mine. But never had he been so passionate. He was always so sweet and gentle. But now, he was aggressive, but not so much to be harmfully so. I couldn’t complain, though. I had just as much pent up frustration, and only Henry could sooth it.
His hands suddenly went to my legs and he lifted me onto the sink, pressing me against the faucet and mirror. It was uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. I swung my legs around his waist, grasping at his neck even closer. He kept kissing me, again and again, and I never wanted him to stop.
But then, as I went to paw at his chest, he grunted and his nose scrunched up. My eyes opened in shock, and I stopped my movements. Henry didn’t though continuing to kiss me. However, he was in pain and I knew it. My hands maneuvered up to his shoulder and I poked him gently.
Only then did his eyes shoot open and he separated. We were both panting quietly and his face was flushed. He still looked so agonized, barely able to stand straight. His hands placed themselves on the rim of the sink for support and he stared at me sadly.
“What’s wrong, my dear?” he hummed, although there was an edge to his voice.
I frowned and as I fluttered my eyes at him, my hand drifted up to his cheek. I stroked it gently and his eyes shut instantly, leaning into it with a sigh. All of the disscontempt seemed to melt away from my touch, and I couldn’t help but cry softly.
“What did they do to you, Henry? What’s wrong?”
He mouth opened and then shut again. He gulped and inhaled sharply. “Was I not allowed to see the love of my life?” There was no venom in his tone, and he was attempting to dodge the question. He always spoke even silkier when he wanted to maintain a secret.
“Of course I wanted to see you, Henry. I’ve missed you,” I cooed. His eyes opened and he lifted a trembling hand, wiping away the tears from my cheeks. “But you’re hurt. Please, you can tell me. I need to know what they did to you.”
Henry sighed. Before I was taken, he never sighed even once. But ever since I’d been here, it’s all he ever seemed to do. He was so much unhappier in real life, and I wished nothing more than for him to be happy. It pained me to no end to see how they insisted on hurting him and the poor, helpless children.
“They have noticed how I cater to Eleven. But I’m… especially fond of her,” he admitted, smiling sadly. “She reminds me of myself when I was younger. Alone and different but powerful. And I think - no, I know - that she can get us out.”
I gasped quietly, although it was mostly of joy. I grasped his shoulders before wrapping him in a warm hug. He chuckled lowly and returned it, his soft, blonde locks tickling my neck. I heard him inhale deeply, burying his nose in my hair.
“That’s wonderful, Henry! I hope we’re able to get all of the children out. Or, at least, call the government a - and put a stop to this place! I don’t think I could ever abandon even one of them…”
I felt him tense, and I couldn’t help but wonder why. Was he scared? Worried? Had he truly known this place his entire life?
But then, he laughed. I’d never heard him laugh so loudly, and he left the hug, instead standing in between me and clasping my hands tightly. He looked so happy and light and his beautiful smile was infectious. I giggled too, although I could never tell you what for.
As his laughs dimmed, adorning a charming smile and a twinkle in his eyes, he raised my arm. He began peppering butterfly kisses. Some on the back of my hand, but then he began trailing them up my arm. I giggled further, beaming. Henry was the cure to everything. We were in love and always would be. I had never been more certain of anything in my life.
He trailed the kisses along my uniform, moving my sleeve up further with each kiss. He reached my shoulder, and he paused, his pretty doe eyes flickering up to me. I grinned down at him, cheeks burning up and my smile irreplaceable. Henry just had that effect. He was so perfect and I thought of nothing but him when I was with him.
He was entrancing.
“I love you, Y/n.”
“And I love you, Henry. So very much.”
“The most?”
I paused at his odd statement. He was staring at me so innocently and with such a joyous grin as his head once again leveled with mine, his forehead pressing against my own. I supposed he needed comfort, of course. And who else did I love as much as him?
“Without a doubt, my love.”
He bit his lips, glancing over my expression with a fleeting amount of worry. I opened my mouth to ask, fingers ghosting over his exposed neck carefully where the horrible monitoring device remained tracking our every movements.
“…Would you still love me if I had to do something immoral?”
I tilted my head slightly in confusion, meeting his eye with concern. “What do have to do, Henry?”
I trusted him. He was a good man and an even better lover. He would never do anything unnecessary. I already knew he’d have to defend himself when we made our escape, and if people - Papa, hopefully - died in the crossfire, then I would be okay with it.
He gulped, collecting his thoughts. I could feel every breath against my lips, and I cherished how close we were. I was so very happy. Henry was the cure to every ailment and I was sure of it.
“There would be some casualties… I will try, my dear, to spare those that mean no harm, but… I will tell you the plan later. Do you trust me and will you always love me?”
I paused again, digesting what he said. His voice was sweet as honey, but too sweet. Perhaps he was sparing me from the brutality of it. He was the most thoughtful person I’d ever met and treated me like royalty. The answer was easy for me. I was madly in love with Henry.
“Yes, Henry. I trust you. And I will always love you, no matter what.”
His entire body froze and his eyes widened. I giggled quietly. I had taken his breath away, like he so often did to me. Usually, Henry had such a calm and collected composure, but today, he’d throw it all out the window. I enjoyed the new side of him. It was thrilling and exotic.
However, as his eyes rolled over my body in such a sultry, foreign way, he asked one final question.
“Do you love me unconditionally?”
“Yes, Henry. You know I do,” I mewled dreamingly, desiring to reconnect our lips.
He smiled, all hurt dissolving in an instant. He was so sure in himself and I loved to see him that way. His hands fell from the rim of the sink. My eyes widened as I felt the zipper on the back being tugged on. My heart accelerated more than I thought was humanly possible,
I gasped as it slid down my back and he paused unsurely, eyes meeting my own again. His mouth twitched. “Is this alright, my dear?”
I pursed my lips before breaking into a smile. I giggled like a school girl with a crush and Henry smiled, continuing to unzip the uniform. I leaned forward and started working on his own. I became more and more bashful, although it was like my entire body was on fire as we progressed in undressing.
“I want you, Henry, and nothing else.”
“Then marry me.”
“In a heartbeat.”
~~~
On my way to the storage room, of which Henry told me to go to immediately when the playtime after lunch began, I ran right into Eleven. As tense as she was, though, Henry must’ve tipped her of my trustworthiness. She was so very shaky and was still struggling from the beating Two and his friends gave her. In her tiny hands was a keycard.
“Here,” I whispered as I led her down the hallway. “Let me keep that. Just in case.”
Her tiny hands pressed it into mine and I tucked it into my pocket. Henry hadn’t told me much of what the game plan was, even when I tried to pry the information out of him after we made love. So, instead, I maintained a blind trust in him. I placed my hand on the small of Eleven’s back and urged her toward the game plan.
We arrived at the storage house and I used my keycard to unlock it. Inside was desolate and large and dark. I didn’t want to flick on the lights, instead vying for my eyes to adjust. I could hear Eleven panting heavily and I held her closer. We entered further, and then, within the darkness, I saw him.
Henry appeared from around a bookshelf, and he when Eleven jumped, he raised a finger to his lips and patted her shoulder. His eyes flitted over to me nd he was as calm and collected as he tended to be, eyes surveying for anyone else.
“Quiet. Follow me.”
He removed himself fro Even, instead leading us through the various shelves until we made it to the wall. I saw a small circular vent that only the children and myself could fit through, and it made me wonder what Henry had in mind for himself. He beckoned Eleven in particular over and crouched. She followed suit.
“Now, it’s going to be a bit scary, but you’ll fit.”
“But… you?”
H sent her a reassuring smile. “That is where you come in, Eleven. I the to ask this of you, but —” He motioned for her to stand and he joined my side, an arm wrapping around me. I leaned into him by default, my heart beating erratically. “—You and the other children are not the only ones trapped here, Eleven. Everyone here is a prisoner, Eleven. Not just you. We are, too.”
“What… do you mean?” Eleven asked quietly, eyeing between us in confusion.
“Here.”
He leaned over and tilted his head. He brushed his soft hair out of the way, revealing the tracker planted in his neck. On instinct, Eleven reached toward it, gasping quietly. She didn’t quite understand, but she knew that it was bad news.
“You see, Eleven, everywhere I go, they can follow me. I could escape if I so pleased but they would find me. I - we - are trapped here.”
“Help.”
Henry smiled softly. “Yes. I need you to help. See, I want you to take it out of my neck so then I can help Y/n here.”
Her eyes furrowed and I gasped quietly, fingers squeezing his arm. He sent me a smile, doe eyes fluttering knowingly. I gulped down my questions, even if tears threatened to fall. I didn’t want for Henry to hurt further. Eleven clearly shared the notion.
“Hurt.”
Henry chuckled lowly. “Remember. You can’t hurt me anymore than they already have. Come, Eleven.”
He sat against a pillar and I crouched down next to him. His voice was honey smooth and I wiped away the tears. This was necessary. All of this was, even the potential fatalities that would follow. I was consumed with dread, even though I trusted that Henry knew what he was doing.
He pulled his knees to his chest and I sat beside me. His hand searched for my own, and although his expression was peaceful, from how tightly he squeezed my hand, I knew he was not. He didn’t like being hurt. Nobody did. And it pained me to see him this way. Eleven stood in front of him bare feet flexing anxiously agains the ground.
Henry, with his free hand, grunted in anticipation and revealed the small tracker in his neck. Veins were popping out of his arm from how worried he was. However, he was doing his best to maintain the atmosphere. Eleven and all the children were good. At the bare minimum, they knew that hurting people was wrong.
Eleven stepped and raised her hand. I offered him a cloth and held it to his mouth. And then, it was like there was a small whirring in the air. Henry was shaking and continued to pant into the cloth. I comforted him, a few tears escaping. And then, all of a sudden, a pop sounded and a small piece of metal flew from his neck.
I gasped and Henry released me entirely, completely exhausted. However, I turned him toward me. I used the cloth and wrapped it around his neck. Already, blood was spewing from it, but the cloth caught it. I cupped his cheeks as he tried to recover.
“Henry, it’s alright,” I hushed. “It’s over.”
It clattered against the ground. Henry didn’t acknowledge it, instead pushing himself up to his feet. He was oddly spry, not needing any time at all to recover. I bit my lip in concern as he walked toward the small, black device. He seemed so strong for someone who just had his neck torn up.
He crouched and picked up the piece. Eleven was panting, some blood dripping from her nose. I sighed and went over to her. Using her uniform, I drew her attention to me as I used her sleeve today it away. Something I always wanted to do because it wasn’t healthy for the kids to bleeding constantly.
Henry rotated it in his hands. His brows were furrowed and I’d never seen such a serious twinkle in his eyes before. His smile was faded and there was anger present in his eyes. I stood beside Eleven in concern, about to call out for him. He had a firm furious frown tugging against his cheeks.
“Who knew something so small could cause so much trouble,” he hummed in distaste.
His expression completely morphed to the one I was familiar with. Innocent azure eyes, a soft smile, and all the tenseness having faded. He sent me a smile and allowed the device to plop to the ground.
“Thank you.”
Eleven, with another huff, nodded. One of her hands grasped onto my uniform tightly, and although she didn’t yet have the vocabulary to express it, she worried for Henry too. As some blood dripped again, she wiped in with a new resolution.
Suddenly, from up the stairs, the door burst open and a burning flashlight broke through. Angry men roared and Henry was the first to react. He grabbed my arm and I grabbed Eleven. “Run!” he bellowed, pulling us down the corridors. I could hear various ‘freeze’ and ‘stop where you are’s flying at us from behind.
We took a sharp turn, the men hot on our trails. Their flashlight lit up the path for us, and a small shriek escaped my lips. Henry pulled us up the stairs, our shoes or lack thereof clacking against the metal.
“Lock it down, lock it down!”
Henry threw open the doors, making sure we made it through first. His hands barely grasped onto my lower arm again, and as the door shut from behind, men in green suits appeared from the end of the corridor. A squeak escaped as I pushed Eleven behind me protectively, and Henry wasn’t having any of it.
We from, and from behind us, the others appeared. We were completely closed in and I could feel Eleven trembling. Henry looked almost gleeful, though. He still maintained a quaint smile as he glanced between the two groups.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”
One of the men started up an electric stick. I gasped and Henry glanced at me. He was firm and resolute not an ounce of fear present on his handsome features.
“Against the wall! All of you! Now!”
I gulped and turned toward the wall. However Henry’s arm shot out, stopping me. “No. You don’t have to be afraid of them, Y/n. Not anymore.”
The man we were facing had a growing smirk. Henry’s breathing became heavier. The man nodded to the other, and they drew closer.
Henry’s nose flared.
And then, all of a sudden, he raised his hand to the ones behind us. I gasped and Eleven was also startled, holding onto my uniform tighter. The men were thrown into the wall, grunting loudly. The lights were flickering manically and the walls were crumbling.
I pulled Eleven away, trying my best to suppress my fear. I knew Henry had powers. He was once one of the number, and most likely, the first. And I trusted him. He was doing what was necessary.
One man was thrown into the ceiling, a loud crack resonating in the hallway. The others were thrown every which way. Only one man was left standing, and I noticed how Henry’s dark expression had returned. The man wanted to yield, but Henry’s glare deepened and a frown graced his angelic face.
And then, he tilted his neck.
The man’s entire head was turned and he collapsed the ground. I screeched, shivers rolling down my spine. Tears threatened to fall once more. I understood he was doing what he thought he had to, but that man wasn’t attacking, right?
Eleven turned to look at us. He was dead serious, no longer hiding the dim mood he was in. I didn’t even manage to get a word out as he exclaimed,” Come.”
He grabbed me, and Eleven followed suit. He pulled us into a cleaning closet, slamming the door behind us. I was panting, feeling so very anxious. Henry had always been so sweet and gentle and kind. But he had snapped a pleading - and most likely, innocent - man’s neck without thought, and I tried so desperately to justify it.
Henry slammed the door. Eleven was confused and scared. He noticed I was, too, but he didn’t pay attention to it.
“Wait here. Don’t move. I’m going to find us a way out.”
I went to grab him, but Eleven beat me to it. “Oh, wait. H - how did you…”
Henry sent her a soft smile although his gaze was glued to me. “Like I said. We’re alike, you and I.”
Henry glanced down and pulled up his sleeve. Just like before, there it was, his zero-zero-one seared into his flesh, grey from wear and age. Realization dawned on Eleven and she met Henry’s expression once more. She was met with a mischievous grin, and just like that, he turned and left.
We were left standing there. Eleven was shellshocked. And I was horrified, still digesting what played out before me.
But I loved Henry. I trusted him. So why did I desire so badly to chase after him and see what he was doing?
“Eleven,” I spoke,” you need to stay here. I - I’m going after him. I promise, I’ll be back in a bit.”
Elven nodded curtly, knowing that I was doing what I knew I had to.
It all started when you were 19 years old. Your boyfriend had just ended the relationship and you were a complete mess as you contemplated what you did wrong and if this was all your fault.
Tears flowed out of your heartbroken eyes as you covered your face into the pillow, trying to quiet down your sobs of distress and anguish. You knew he treated you bad and that you deserved much better, yet you still wanted him back. You wanted nothing but the safety of his arms right then and there.
You sobbed for hours and hours it seemed but it was no longer than ten minutes of your cries. After that, you seemed to have knocked yourself out. Too tired to cry anymore and too tired to deal with your overflowing emotions that seemed to pour out of your eyes.
An hour had passed and you shifted positions, but when you moved you felt something crawling up your bed. Not wanting to wake up, or face reality, you disregarded it as your cat. But your gut was telling you it was something entirely different.
Reluctantly you opened your eyes, looking in the direction of your feet, but you wished you hadn't. Your room was covered in this vine-like thing. Slimy and distorted as more came out from under your bed, slithering up to your body. They reached and pulled as you screamed in terror, the sound piercing even your own ears as you tried to jump out of your bed in hopes of waking up from this haunting nightmare. But the vines hooked onto you before you could even do so.
Once one of them got you the rest latched onto anything they could capture. Your arms, legs, and waist were all bound to the bed by the disgusting wet vines as they slithered across your body like snakes.
Letting out a cry you squirmed trying to wiggle out but they only got tighter. Trapped you looked around for anything to help you but instead, you noticed everything was different. It was dark and hazy and there seemed to be snow-like particles that moved through the space.
Where the fuck were you?
You felt uneasy, your breathing increasing, as you heard something coming from your closet. In your mind, you kept chanting...
This is a dream. This is all just a stupid dream.
...As you shut your eyes tightly hoping it would bring you back to the comfort of your home.
The closet door creaked and groaned as it opened and your eyes flew back open wide, scared of what was about to crawl out of it. You watched carefully as the door opened more and more, while you felt the vines grow tighter across you, making it difficult to breathe in and out.
Wet footsteps sounded from the closet as the monster walked out ducking down to fit through the doorway. You gasped in fear as he made his presence so visibly known in your bedroom. Your breathing almost stopped as you took a full detailed look at him. He was tall and disfigured. Slimy and burnt-looking. Haunting and terrifying. A true monster of adults' dreams.
"Y/n..." He groaned out in a deep-toned voice as he stared deeply into your eyes. At this exact moment, the vines seemed to pulse, radiating this warm gooey feeling as the seconds wasted away. You kept his eye contact, unable to move or even look away from him, as he walked to your side, slowly. And his white misty eyes never disconnected their gaze from you.
"You look so much better in my realm Y/n..." He looked down at you as he admired the look on your face. Pure frozen fear carved into your face and burnt into your perfect body. He could feel it, all of it, and he loved it.
'Was this your end? Were you going to die at the hands of a monster?'
Almost simultaneously as your thought occurred he lifted his hand and brushed it against your daunted face, moving your hair away from your face. He wanted nothing covering you. He wants to see all of you.
Time seemed to move slow, too slow, as he just traced every feature on your face with his hand, his nails scraping against your sweaty skin.
"Please..." you mumbled scared of what he was capable of. His finger trailed to your lips and felt the plushness of them, going back and forth from the top to bottom. "Please don't hurt me..." You managed to mumble out without turning it into full-on sobbing.
"I want nothing but you, my Y/n." He whispers dearly as he moved his hand to cup your face as new tears adorned it, slithering on down meeting his fingertips. He tilted his head to the side and the vines seemed to move and wrap around you completely holding you up ever so lightly around your waist. But even then you were still held down as they secured you in your place below.
Hi are you planning on doing a P2 on your Henry creel fic it was amazing!!!
Hi! I am so glad you enjoy the story. Currently, I do not plan to write a part two for "Trust in Me". However, I do plan to write more for Henry Creel and I am taking requests for him at this time.
