She was looking in the mirror then felt something creeping in her mouth, so she opened it wide to see a gigantic cockroach tickling it by his hairy legs. She tried to spit it out but it was stuck like glue flipping along with her tongue and drowning in her saliva, so she accidentally chewed it partly and one of his wings got stuck between her teeth. Its dirty juicy blood and fluids flowed on her coloured tongue then it came out crawling and it fell in weakness. She choked after swallowing the fluids then she started spitting and trying to clean her throat but nothing came out.
Her teeth started to fall off her gums and she started to spit them out one by one, then she touched the rest of them to find out that they are easy to detach. Her teeth are staring back at her from the sink in a puddle of blood. She opened her mouth again to see a gummy grandmother and a younger version of herself screaming from her throat.
Behind her stands an old man who is pale, skinny and bold with sweaty armpits. He hugs her from behind rubbing and smooching her back with his wrinkled lips and then he pulls up her shirt touching her bellybutton and going up. She started to scream for someone to save her, then two big hairy hands with long fingers and sharp black nails came from the thin air above her head to get her. She got pulled up and disappeared from this world to who knows where.
They dragged him into the wet humid dungeon … It was cold, blue and darkness took over.
*Plop … Plop*
The Brick walls were growing heavy chains from their chests. He could barely breathe for the thick air barely moved and the smell of rotten corpses took over. He was surrounded by darkness to face a fading red light coming from behind that lonely black chair.
The door creaked then slammed then the sound of the movement of something slippery made the hair in his ears stand.
There he stood tall before the prisoner … A ten feet tall creature with the face of a handsome man.
In his human hands he held a glass and looked with eyes that were the source of this loathsome darkness.
*Throb Throb Throb* “Who are you …”
“Who am I?” He raised his proud head and looked at him with pity from under his nose.
“He is The Lord, our master, the king of hell and he came to guide us all!”
That answer came with a hammer dropped on Luke’s head with a spit from that ugly slave.
Blood ran but it was not as thick and nasty as that saliva was.
“What are these creatures? Why am I here?” Thought Luke.
“You’re here because I want you to be here.” Said The Lord with indifference.
Then, he slithered with his long wide lower half on the floor and his spiky legs crawled along slowly. The slime looked earthy, poisonous and diseased. He looked at that chair giving Luke his back which had a spine that showed itself … It was hard, divided and brown like crispy shells.
“Do you feel it Luke? The chill … The urge and need to itch? You think I’m repulsive don’t you? I exist Luke … I’m real … I’m here … Imagine me … I live in the corners of your head.”
“What is it you want?”
“I want my sucking mouths to kiss you and suck your fluids out you balloon.”
“You only have one! I believe you have a human in you …”
“I have many under me connected to my stomach … Do you want to see?”
“My lord has asked you a question you puny human!”
“Look into my eyes … Do you see death? Look into my mouth … Do you see the greed? Look at my spiky legs … Look at my spine … Look at my stomach … Look at my delicious slime. Look at me. What do I want? I can not go out in public now … I need eyes out there to see and a mouth to tell me.”
“You want me a spy?”
“Yessssss … Yes. I need a snake.”
“Is that what you are?”
“I am many things … Your worst nightmare is one.”
“You see that throne over there? That’s all mine now. I had to take it by force.”
“If I work for you … ”
“You do not work for me, you pathetic skin tissue … You are my slave and I command you to do.”
“Yes … I will … I will … I .. I promise.”
The Lord looked into his eyes with his sharp ones and smiled in ridicule.
“How amusing …”
“I will keep you here for days so you can taste the price of thinking about betraying me. The eye of Satan will be watching you … It will be the guardian and my slaves here will welcome you with whips, hammers, forks and you will dress in the neck torturer … You may only absorb your sweat.”
“Master! Please don’t leave me without food!”
“Well, it is your sin … You may only have pomegranate seeds.”
“Thank you my lord … Master … What is my mission?”
“It’s just one … You will know, do not rush. I intend to take over slowly.”
“What if … What if I fail?”
“It is alright … Then you only become my meal. I want you to disappoint me.”