I’ve seen your hell and there’s no going back… [giveunto_me]
It took a matter of moments for the herbs to get into his system and put him into the coma like state before his subconscious opened up.
Trying to calm my own nerves I started to hum to myself softly, keeping my body to his and running my hand over his chest softly. I knew the second the spell kicked in because there was a rush of energy in the room seconds before I felt myself being pressed into the bed by something that I couldn’t see.
I found myself unable to speak; a slow wet gargle escaped my throat and I started to taste blood. My body started to shake slowly as images and memories filled my mind, making me gasp and close my eyes tightly in some sort of prayer to make the images go away.
“Sp…” I started coughing and gagging on blood again. The copper and metallic taste filling and flooding my tongue and made it very hard for me to breathe. I choked and turned my head to the side, trying to rid my mouth of the foul taste.
Images flashed before my eyes and the blood seemed like the least of my worries. I soon felt hands and teeth on my skin, pulling at me and holding me down; I started to shake as tears came before my eyes and realized that this was what was going on in Spike’s mind and I was linked to him from the energy spell.
‘Oh god.’ I thought, closing my eyes tightly to rid myself of the images; but they were in my mind and closing my eyes only made them even more vivid and real to me. I could feel cold hard hands on me; tearing at me and cutting me.
A small whimper escaped my throat and I sat up sharply, feeling my body scream from the inside as more and more images flooded my mind. One moment Spike was being hurt, tortured and in pain. The next he was the one hurting; the demon inside of him taking over as he hurt some girl.
I felt like a spectator watching, I felt helpless and unable to do anything. Swallowing hard against the metallic taste I tried to call out to him, beg him to stop. “Spike.” I was sobbing and my cries only got worse when he turned to face me; I didn’t see Spike even though I knew it was him, all I could see was anger and someone twisted.
Before I could think I saw him come near me, leering and pressing himself to me. Tears ran faster down my face and I felt my clothes being torn at. I knew that it couldn’t really be happening but I felt it; I felt everything.
I could feel his fingers ripping at my clothes, my flesh. His teeth pressing against my skin; nipping and tasting me; laughing as I tried to fight him off. I couldn’t even fight this mental nightmare of him off, it was too strong, he was too strong and I knew I was helpless under him.
Sobbing I closed my eyes tighter, feeling everything become even more vivid in my mind but I had to hope that somehow it would stop, fade away and be some bad nightmare that wasn’t happening.
As soon as it started. It stopped.
I opened my eyes and found myself pressed against the wall near the closet, shaking and trying to figure out what had happened.
Licking my lips, I slowly scrambled up to the bed to see what happened. “S-Spike?” My voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper; leading me to believe that I really did scream. “Spike…”
Trying to calm my own nerves I started to hum to myself softly, keeping my body to his and running my hand over his chest softly. I knew the second the spell kicked in because there was a rush of energy in the room seconds before I felt myself being pressed into the bed by something that I couldn’t see.
I found myself unable to speak; a slow wet gargle escaped my throat and I started to taste blood. My body started to shake slowly as images and memories filled my mind, making me gasp and close my eyes tightly in some sort of prayer to make the images go away.
“Sp…” I started coughing and gagging on blood again. The copper and metallic taste filling and flooding my tongue and made it very hard for me to breathe. I choked and turned my head to the side, trying to rid my mouth of the foul taste.
Images flashed before my eyes and the blood seemed like the least of my worries. I soon felt hands and teeth on my skin, pulling at me and holding me down; I started to shake as tears came before my eyes and realized that this was what was going on in Spike’s mind and I was linked to him from the energy spell.
‘Oh god.’ I thought, closing my eyes tightly to rid myself of the images; but they were in my mind and closing my eyes only made them even more vivid and real to me. I could feel cold hard hands on me; tearing at me and cutting me.
A small whimper escaped my throat and I sat up sharply, feeling my body scream from the inside as more and more images flooded my mind. One moment Spike was being hurt, tortured and in pain. The next he was the one hurting; the demon inside of him taking over as he hurt some girl.
I felt like a spectator watching, I felt helpless and unable to do anything. Swallowing hard against the metallic taste I tried to call out to him, beg him to stop. “Spike.” I was sobbing and my cries only got worse when he turned to face me; I didn’t see Spike even though I knew it was him, all I could see was anger and someone twisted.
Before I could think I saw him come near me, leering and pressing himself to me. Tears ran faster down my face and I felt my clothes being torn at. I knew that it couldn’t really be happening but I felt it; I felt everything.
I could feel his fingers ripping at my clothes, my flesh. His teeth pressing against my skin; nipping and tasting me; laughing as I tried to fight him off. I couldn’t even fight this mental nightmare of him off, it was too strong, he was too strong and I knew I was helpless under him.
Sobbing I closed my eyes tighter, feeling everything become even more vivid in my mind but I had to hope that somehow it would stop, fade away and be some bad nightmare that wasn’t happening.
As soon as it started. It stopped.
I opened my eyes and found myself pressed against the wall near the closet, shaking and trying to figure out what had happened.
Licking my lips, I slowly scrambled up to the bed to see what happened. “S-Spike?” My voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper; leading me to believe that I really did scream. “Spike…”