Monstrous May 2022 (day 13-26)

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Title: Monstrous May 2022
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: strangers/Reita
Genre: Horror, gore
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: horror, gore, torture, non-consensual penetration, abduction, bondage, possession, murder, AU - fae, orgy, dub-con, anal, oral, abduction, sailor AU, sirens, paralysis, non-con, golden shower, castration, homophobic slurs, skullfucking, major character death
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: various
Comment: A collection of drabbles for Monstrous May 2022, listed by prompt per chapter. Tags will be updated as I go. Can also be read on AO3 for easier sorting. See my twitter for prompt list and more info. Please excuse any mistakes, as I'm posting these on the same day I'm writing them without proofreading.

Here you'll find days 13-26 of the prompt fills.


Day 13: Monstrous Fish

The first thing Reita noticed when he woke was how cold it was, and he tried reaching out for his duvet to wrap it around his body, but not only was there no duvet to grab, he found he couldn't move his arms at all. He blinked his eyes open, and they gradually widened as he took in his surroundings. He was in what seemed like a huge warehouse, and he hung suspended in mid-air, tied to something large and heavy that almost resembled an anchor. He was completely naked except for the ropes binding his wrists behind him and his ankles to the metal rod, spread apart too far for comfort.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” He was met with silence, but all around him were cameras, pointed directly at him, and now fear was creeping up his spine. Someone must have abducted him, tied him to an anchor, and suspended him over what looked like a huge pool. Things were swimming around in the water underneath him, and Reita really hoped whatever it was, it wasn't carnivorous.

“Uh, help?” Again he received no reply, no indication of life besides the splashing in the pool below and the blinking red lights of the cameras. He tried to twist out of the ropes, but they were too tight for him to slip them off easily, and when he started fiddling with the knot, a mechanism seemed to start above him, lowering him gradually. “Someone, help!” He screamed as loud as he could, but the whirring of the winch was louder than him, and he doubted anyone would be able to hear him.

It didn't take long before the anchor breached the water's surface, and at least it wasn't cold, but when his feet were submerged, Reita spotted several fish swimming toward him curiously. He couldn't tell exactly what they were, but they were kind of small, long and slim, like eels, maybe. Hopefully not electric ones, he thought to himself, desperately tugging at the rope around his hands.

One of the fish nibbled on his toes, and Reita was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn't hurt, just tickled a little. Obviously nothing good was about to happen, or he wouldn't have been abducted against his will, but so far, he was mostly just scared. A couple of fish started biting his legs as he was gradually submerged, but he wasn't in any pain, and he couldn't see any blood in the water.

When the water reached his navel, one of the fish swam closer to his crotch, and Reita instinctively tried to close his legs, his heart hammering in his chest when he couldn't. “What's going on?” He tried looking around again, but there was nothing in the room besides the cameras, and he tried looking right into the lens of the one straight ahead. “What are you going to do to me?”

He shrieked embarrassingly loud when something tickled his dick, and he regretted looking down when he realised the head of the fish was digging into his slit, pressing up against his urethra. “What the fuck?” He squirmed in an attempt to get away, but only made it worse for himself when the fish hurried its movements as well, pushing into his dick and making his entire body shudder. “Stop! Get it out!”

The water had reached his nipples, and he wasn't really surprised when something else, presumably another fish, pushed against his anus. Truthfully, he didn't have the capacity to care, he was currently preoccupied trying to clench his muscles and somehow push out the fish that seemed to be wiggling deeper into his dick. The sensation was the weirdest thing he'd ever felt, so strange he wouldn't even know if the bastard were biting him or not. It was bad enough it was swimming into his body, and now he was certain at least two were entering his ass, squirming deeper while he tried in vain to undo the ropes.

“Please stop, take them out, I'll do anything you want, please!” He continued screaming at the cameras, but now he was almost fully submerged, and he had to shut his mouth to avoid swallowing water, or worse, one of the fish. He craned his neck to keep his face above the surface, not exactly interested in finding out if those things would take any other entrances to his body. He had a feeling he'd know before long, anyway.

He gritted his teeth and screamed against closed lips when his dick started hurting more intensely, maybe because another fish had decided to take up residence inside it, maybe because the first one had found some interesting nerves to bite on. Reita tried to block it all out, but his entire body was now under water, and something tickled his ear, pushing against it, and it was difficult to ignore all the strange things happening to him.

The water was well lit, and Reita could make out more red dots all around him. Were there seriously cameras underwater as well? Whatever perverse observation was going on, Reita wished he had never been involved. Every orifice in his body was now being invaded, and Reita kind of hoped he would black out from lack of oxygen soon. He couldn't be certain, but he swore something was moving around inside his balls, and he could taste bile on his tongue, having to struggle to keep it down.

Then again, why was he fighting it at all? He was tied to a heavy anchor, which was still only sinking lower in the pool. Even if he made it out alive, there was no way whoever had captured him would just let him go, or they probably would have blindfolded him, right? With tears stinging at his eyes, Reita opened his mouth and swallowed as much water as he could, embracing the way his chest ached. The pain of choking to death was preferable to the gnawing going on inside his skull.


Day 14: Possessed and Haunted

Reita woke up with a pounding headache and sat up with a groan, reaching up to rub his temples when he realised something was wrong. He wasn't in his bed, but on the living room couch, and he was fully dressed in the same clothes he wore yesterday. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he felt hungover, but that didn't sound right.

Or did it? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall what had happened the night before. In fact, he didn't really remember the previous evening at all. Had someone tricked him or spiked his drink somehow? He reached into his pocket for his phone, but it wasn't there, and he shot up from the couch and started searching the room. If he lost his phone, that could be seriously bad.

He breathed out when he spotted his phone on the kitchen counter, unlocking it with one hand and rummaging through a drawer for painkillers with the other. A brief look at his message history didn't reveal anything that might explain why he had such a headache, and he pulled up his chat with Uruha, texting him and asking if maybe he'd seen him yesterday. While he waited for the response, he made himself a cup of coffee, swallowed a pill down with water, and just when he made his way back to the couch, Uruha replied.

No, sorry, I was at home yesterday. Is something wrong?

Reita frowned, taking a sip of his coffee and lying back down on the couch. He had no idea how long he'd been out, but he kind of wanted to take a nap.

I don't know, I woke up on my couch with a splitting headache, and I don't remember anything from last night.

Who are you, and what have you done with Reita?

Uruha's reply would have been funny, if Reita's head didn't hurt so much. As a matter of fact, after moving around a little, Reita had noticed that he was actually kind of sore all over. What the hell had happened?

No, seriously, I don't remember anything. I definitely don't remember going to any bars or clubs or anywhere where I might have been drugged. It's a little scary, actually.

Maybe you've started sleepwalking? You have weird nightmares all the time, it wouldn't surprise me.

Uruha had a point, Reita wasn't exactly a peaceful sleeper. He let himself be reassured by the possibility of there being a more or less logical explanation for his strange morning, and decided to just take it easy for the rest of the day. If only it had stopped there.

Over the next few weeks, he experienced several more mornings like that one. He'd wake up somewhere other than his bed, fully dressed, and sore all over, with no memory of the previous night. Sometimes he found bruises on his body, sometimes there were dark stains on his clothes, and he threw them right in the washing machine every time, not wanting to think about where they could have come from.

He'd even tried locking his bedroom door, but that hadn't changed anything, he'd woken up the next morning on his couch and found the key in the door. If he were actually sleepwalking, unconscious Reita was smarter than he'd expected. By the fourth week of irregular sleep and too many rough mornings for comfort, he drove over to Uruha's place, needing some friendly advice, and probably a bit of comfort. He locked himself in with his spare key and slipped his shoes off, heading into Uruha's living room, where the evening news was playing on the TV.

“... says the murder weapon itself seems to be a blunt object with sharp points of some kind, but the victims also have strange wounds on their body that almost seem to come from tearing or possibly biting. Several bodies were missing internal organs, two have been missing an eye, and while the police have been reluctant releasing this information to the public, they are now imploring the general public for any relevant information. Since the killer is still at large, residents are advised to lock their doors securely at night, and not let anyone in that they don't know and expect.”

The blood in Reita's veins seemed to go cold, and he stood in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at the TV. “What's going on?”

Uruha quickly reached for the remote when he noticed Reita, turning the TV off and getting up to face him properly. “The police just held a press conference regarding the mysterious deaths in the district lately. They're saying it's a serial killer based on the similar wounds on the victims and the way they were killed.”

“You mean the mysterious deaths that started four weeks ago?” Reita went pale, whispering softly and looking up at Uruha fearfully. “The same time I started sleepwalking, coming home with bruises I can't explain and strange stains on my clothes?”

“What? Come on, I'm sure it's just a coincidence.” Uruha tried smiling, but he could probably tell from the look on Reita's face that he wasn't convinced, because he walked over to pull him into a tight hug. “I've known you my whole life, you wouldn't kill anyone.”

“Not when I'm conscious, no.” Tears welled up in Reita's eyes, and he pressed his face into Uruha's shoulder. “But I don't know what's been going on with me lately, and it's really scaring me.”

“Okay, I believe you. What if you got a surveillance camera? That way you could see what you do at night?”

“That's a great plan.” Reita was sobbing now, clutching Uruha tightly, shaking like a leaf.

“Then let's get you something to eat, and we'll go shopping. We'll take my car, you're in no state to drive.”

Uruha helped him set up cameras all around his apartment, but Reita was still terrified when he went to bed that night. He really hoped Uruha was right and it was just a coincidence that he'd been experiencing memory gaps while there was a mysterious killer on the loose. He promised himself not to watch any horror movies until the entire thing passed, and after hours of restless worry, he finally fell asleep.

Except when he woke up, it was nowhere near morning, and he was covered in dark splotches all over. Worse yet, the cameras had all been smashed, and when he checked the news on his phone, there had been another murder, this one more brutal than any of the previous ones. Before he did anything else, he texted Uruha to come over immediately, and when he got there, he found Reita curled in a ball on his bed, crying.

“Whoah, Reita, what happened?”

Reita sniffled a few times, shuddering when Uruha lay down and wrapped an arm around him. “Promise you won't abandon me?”

Uruha rolled him over so he could see his face, and his expression was completely serious, his voice unwavering when he spoke. “I would bury a dead body with you.”

“How about ten?” Reita choked down a sob, pointing at the laptop on his bedside table, and Uruha pulled it into his lap, keeping one arm on Reita the entire time. The footage from the security cameras was already open, and Uruha pressed play, the video showing Reita finally falling asleep in bed, though only for about half a minute or so.

Reita on the screen got out of bed, got dressed quickly, and pulled something out of the closet that looked like a baseball bat, except something was off about it. Before Uruha could get a closer look, the image of Reita walked straight for the camera, an eerie grin on his face as he raised his middle finger at the lens before swinging the bat right at it, and the footage cut off only a second later.

Uruha switched to the living room feed, the bathroom feed, the kitchen feed, checking the last minute on all of the clips, but they were all the same. Reita had smashed all of the cameras in the sleep, and there was no footage that might give an indication of what happened after that. Uruha slowly closed the laptop, staring at Reita's closet. “Have you checked it?”

Reita nodded, sobbing again, and Uruha got up, walking over cautiously. He pushed the door open and peered inside, stepping back so quickly he almost tripped over his own feet. In the back of Reita's closet, kind of hidden behind a few other things, was a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, completely soaked in dark blood. “Fuck.”

“You think?” Reita tried to hold back another round of tears, but when Uruha returned and wrapped his arms around him again, not a hint of fear in his movements, he couldn't stop himself from choking up again. He'd been worried Uruha might leave, or call the police, or something, but he just hugged him even tighter than before, rubbing his back.

“We'll figure out how to erase the footage without a trace, and then we'll find somewhere to get rid of the weapon,” Uruha whispered, and Reita's heart clenched.

“I might be dangerous, Uruha! You should report me!” He tried to push Uruha away, but he didn't let up, holding him to his chest until he stopped struggling.

“Shut up. This isn't you.”

“How do you know?”

“Because of how you're reacting and the fact that you told me all this instead of keeping me in the dark. You need help, and the police aren't going to help you. Tomorrow we get rid of the evidence and start looking for someone who might know what's wrong with you, but tonight I'm sleeping on your couch and making sure you don't go anywhere.”

“No!” Reita tried to push him away, and Uruha stepped back to give him some room, but he didn't go far. He also didn't look like he was going to take no for an answer, so Reita glared at him. “It's way too risky, what if something happens tonight?”

“Have you had these lapses in memory two nights in a row before?” Reita reluctantly shook his head, and Uruha crossed his arms over his chest. “Then it's settled. I'm staying here, and if you're worried, I can tie you to the bed or something.”

As much as Reita tried to argue, he didn't get anywhere. Uruha confiscated his phone and all his technology, called their manager and said Reita was sick and needed some time to himself, that he wouldn't be reachable for a little while. He made him food, spent the evening with him, and after several rounds of reassurance that he wouldn't take any unnecessary risks, he tied Reita to his bed and wished him a good night.

Reita scoffed at him, of course. There was no way he was going to have anything remotely close to a 'good' night, not after finding out he might be a serial killer without even knowing it. On top of that, he couldn't switch positions or scratch himself when something started itching, because Uruha had tied him down pretty tightly, and Reita wasn't about to try to wiggle out. He didn't know if he would be able to sleep at all, and frankly, he wasn't sure he wanted to. He was so worried about what might happen if he fell asleep, he was certain his nerves would keep him up all night.

“Reita? Reita, can you hear me? You need to wake up!”

Reita twitched in his sleep, recognising Uruha's voice through the haze of dreams, but he couldn't quite wake up. Everything was dark, he couldn't feel his own body, and he felt so, so heavy. It was so tempting to just continue sleeping, and he was about to fall back into the unconscious state from before when he heard the desperation in Uruha's tone.

“Reita, please, wake up! You're hurting me, please!”

Reita pushed against the sleepiness, forcing himself awake with some effort, and his vision faded into view. He was standing in his living room, Uruha was lying on the floor, covered in blood, shielding his face with his hands, and Reita cried out. Or rather, he tried to, but it was like his mouth didn't obey. He couldn't move his body, couldn't speak no matter how badly he wanted to. He felt like a passenger in his own body, along for the ride, but unable to influence anything.

Then the weirdest thing happened. His lips moved, and he spoke, but he didn't say what he wanted to say. His voice sounded distorted, more raspy than normal, and the tone he used did not sound like his own. “Oh, he's conscious in here.” The words definitely came out of his mouth, using his voice, but it felt like another person saying it. “I think you actually managed to wake him up.”

Reita watched in horror as he crouched down, gripping Uruha's hair in one hand and pulling his face up. Tears and blood ran down his face, and he flinched away from Reita, trembling in fear. The sight of his best friend like that, hurt and obviously afraid, shattered Reita's heart, and he screamed out in his own head. 'Don't hurt him!'

He laughed, or rather, his body laughed against his will, and then it spoke again, this time seeming to address him directly. “Sorry, buddy. He knows our secret.” He slammed Uruha's head into the floor, straightening up and raising the bat, and Reita was powerless to do anything but watch through his own eyes as he raised his bat.

'No, please!' He couldn't even close his eyes, and when he brought the bat down on Uruha's leg, his eyes were staring at his face, the pain spreading over his expression. Worst of all, Uruha wasn't even screaming. He should be calling for help, trying to alert the neighbours, but he just lay there and muffled his sobs, and Reita wished he could tell him not to try to protect him anymore. 'He won't say anything, he's my friend!'

“I can't take that chance.” Reita's body raised the bat again, but Uruha gripped his leg, looking up at him through the tears.

“Reita, if you can hear me, I forgive you. This isn't you.”

“You're a smart one, Uruha.” His voice sounded mocking, but Reita felt him falter, like he was fighting to stay in charge.

'Don't you fucking dare hurt him!' Reita again screamed in his head, trying to regain control over his body somehow, at least speak out loud so Uruha could hear him as well. 'Uruha, run! I can't stop myself!'

“Please don't kill me,” Uruha whimpered, tugging on the leg of Reita's jeans. “I can help you, and I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Just let me protect Reita, please.”

They were all shocked when a tear ran down Reita's cheek, and he reached up to wipe it, staring at it for a moment before gripping the bat with two hands. “Wow, you guys really do have a bond. But if you can pull Reita back to consciousness and even make his body react to your blabbering, you definitely need to die.”

Reita watched his own hands raise the bat and bring it down on Uruha's face with a loud cracking noise, and he shrieked as loud as he could, but the sound stayed in his head. Uruha slumped to the floor, lifeless, and Reita's body pried his fingers from his trousers before his grip seized up. “Damn, I think we ruined his face.”

Inside his head, he was crying, but he saw himself crouch down and inspect Uruha's face, felt his features shift into a frown at how messy it was. 'You killed him! How could you!'

“He was a threat. Honestly, are you even listening? I thought you could hear me in there.”

He dropped Uruha's head carelessly and got up, tossing the bat aside and walking to the bathroom. Reita was still bawling, but he'd given up on trying to get his body to obey his commands. 'Who the fuck are you?'

“Psycho Slugger.” He went up to the mirror and grabbed it in his hands, leaning close and studying himself. It felt surreal, seeing your own reflection, watching your lips move, but knowing that it wasn't you. “I've been occupying your body for a month now, I just haven't done anything while you've been awake and aware of what's going on. I thought I could keep going a little longer before anyone got suspicious, but then Uruha had to go and suggest the stupid cameras. Oh well, bet he regrets that now.”

'Why are you doing this?'

“For fun.” He gave himself a wink in the mirror, leaning in to drag his tongue all the way up the surface, a taunting grin on his lips. “You weren't supposed to know. I've never had anyone wake up on me like that before, it's kind of exciting, actually. You can stick around and watch me kill and eat everyone you ever cared about.”

'What?' Reita tried to command his body to move. Maybe if he could just grab the bathroom scissors, he could stab himself in the throat and end it. Except as soon as he thought that, his hand reached out and took the scissors, opening and closing them threateningly.

“No, I don't think so. I'm gonna make you suffer until you can't take it anymore and your mind breaks, and then I'll keep your body until someone manages to stop me, before I possess someone else and start the whole cycle anew. Who knows, I might even keep one of your friends alive just so I can jump into them after your body dies, wouldn't that be neat?”

'Please, no! You can't do this!'

His body laughed at him, raising the scissors and holding them open, running his tongue over the sharp edges while staring at him in the mirror. He slowly closed the blades, moving like he was going to cut his tongue off, then stopped at the last second with another cackle. “Watch me.”


Day 15: The Fae

“Pardon me, but what are you doing?”

Reita sat up with a groan, rubbing his head and looking for the source of the voice, freezing when he realised he was in a forest. To be precise, he was sitting in the centre of a ring of mushrooms in the grass, fully dressed, and with no memory of how he got there. Just a few steps away stood a woman, more beautiful than any woman Reita had ever seen, with flowers braided into her hair. “I don't know.”

“I see.” The woman seemed almost sad, and Reita raised an eyebrow, to which she sighed. “You're mortal, are you?”

“Aren't you?” Reita was only growing more and more confused, but he did pull himself to his feet, looking around curiously. He didn't recognise the forest at all.

“Welcome to the faery realm.”

“The what?” Faeries? Reita was only vaguely familiar with the concept. “Like nymphs?”

The woman shot him a sharp glare, and he shrank back, preparing for an earful, but a horn sounded in the distance, and she looked like she wanted to curse. “We have to go.”

“We?” Reita didn't protest when his arm was grabbed, the woman leading him into the forest, in the direction the sound had come from.

“I'm a border guard, I'm expected to bring you back for the evening feast, so I'll have to give you the short version.” She found her way easily through the woods, and Reita struggled to keep up with her without tripping over anything. “Time works differently here, and the longer you stay, the less you remember of the human world. That's probably why you don't know how you got here. Don't ingest anything, and I mean absolutely anything. And don't give anyone your name, or you're never getting it back.”

“Who's going to take my name?”

“The faeries.”

“What are you?”

She glared at him again, a little softer this time, but when she spoke, her voice sounded sad. “I was like you once, but I forgot myself, and now I can't leave. I've been here so long that I'm more like them than like you.”

Now Reita was starting to get nervous, and he tried slowing down, but her grip on his wrist didn't budge, and he had no choice but to follow. “Can't you send me back home?”

“I'm sorry, not until tomorrow. Just politely refuse any offer of food or drink, and you should be able to leave at dawn.” Before Reita had a chance to ask any further questions, they reached a clearing in the woods, where a group of people were dancing around a bonfire, completely naked. Reita's cheeks immediately flushed, but the people didn't seem at all bothered by his presence, and he was pushed forward by the woman, who now finally let go of his hand. “We have a visitor.”

Everyone stopped dancing and turned to look at them, and Reita assumed they were all faeries. Some wore flower crowns, some had flowers woven in their hair, their beard, and they were all beautiful to behold, though he couldn't know for sure if that wasn't just some magic spell cast on him. One of the men grabbed his hand, pulling toward the bonfire and the other faeries. “Come, join us for the evening.”

“I'm just visiting, I don't want to intrude.” Reita was led to a stump, and he sat down warily, looking around. A couple of the other faeries came over with plates of food, all of it looking absolutely delicious, and he almost forgot himself, but then he remembered the woman's cautionary words. “I'm not hungry, thank you.”

“Are you sure?” One of them looked at him, holding out a waterskin. “You should at least drink something, you must have had a difficult journey here.”

“No thank you, I'm quite alright.” Reita gave his best innocent smile, trying not to look at all the enticing food that was being offered to him. He was actually starving, but he couldn't let it show. He had to get back home to his own realm, he could make it until dawn, and he promised himself that when he got back home, he'd treat himself to whatever he wished.

He flinched when deft hands grabbed his shoulders, starting to massage them, but when he tried to turn his head to look, one of the faeries grabbed his chin and made him face him. “At least let us help you relax and feel good?” His other hand rested atop Reita's thigh, the warmth of his touch almost tingly, and Reita's eyes widened when he realised what he meant.

He looked for the guard, meeting her gaze and raising an eyebrow, hoping she would realise what he meant. She'd only warned him against eating or drinking anything, and she'd told him to be polite, so now what? She held her arms out and shrugged, but she didn't say anything, so did that mean it was okay? Reita turned to the faery who was now stroking his thigh, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. “Will you help me get home at dawn?”

“Of course! Any human who wishes may leave when the sun rises.” The faery smiled at him, leaning closer until his nose brushed Reita's, though he didn't actually go any further. Reita could feel his soft breaths against his lips, and it was so tempting to give in. He was surrounded by naked, gorgeous creatures, and the hands on his shoulders and his thigh felt so good, he didn't want to refuse if he didn't have to.

So he leaned in the rest of the way, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to the faery's, surprised when he tasted both earthy and fruity at the same time. The taste was far from unpleasant, and Reita found himself leaning into the kiss, barely registering that several pairs of hands were now on him, stripping him of his clothes. He was pushed to his feet so they could slide his trousers down, and they guided him over to a clear patch of grass, where one of the fae women was sitting, stroking her dick, which glistened with some sort of slick substance.

He felt almost dizzy from pleasure already, and he didn't protest when she pulled him into her lap, as a matter of fact, he raised his hips so she could guide her dick into him easily. She slid right in, and Reita moaned at how perfectly she fit in his ass, gripping her shoulders and bouncing eagerly in her lap. “Does it feel good?” Her voice was sweet like honey, and Reita nodded, tipping his head back when she leaned in to kiss his neck.

“Feels amazing,” he mumbled, riding her shamelessly, not even noticing the concerned gaze the guard was giving him. He was enjoying himself too much to care about how slutty he must seem, and if anyone asked, he would blame it on fae magic. He just had to keep in mind not to eat anything, drink anything, or give away his name, and he should be fine, right?

A warm body pressed against his back, one hand gripping his hip to help him move while fingers closed around his dick, stroking him languidly. He bounced up and down on the faery's dick, moaning along with her, until she bit into his neck and came, filling his ass with cum. He wasn't quite there yet, however, and he didn't protest when he was pulled up and laid on his back in the grass, one of the fae moving between his legs.

Reita gasped when he was filled by a new cock, turning his head to find another faery lying next to him, her hand cupping his cheek before she leaned in to kiss him. She tasted different, more woodsy, with hints of citrus, and Reita moaned into her mouth, his arousal ramping up again when the dick in his ass started thrusting. His body seemed to glow inside out with pleasure, his mind too hazy to keep up with what was happening, but hopefully that meant time was passing quicker. He still had to get home.

Almost too soon for his liking, he was filled again, and he whined softly when the faery pulled out, though he didn't have to miss him for long. He was pliant in the faeries' hands, letting them roll him over and pull him to his hands and knees, he just spread his legs and moaned when the fae woman who'd been kissing him thrust into his waiting ass. Cum was trickling down his inner thighs now, but he felt too good to care, and when a cock was held in front of his face, he didn't hesitate to take it in his mouth.

He tasted pastries and berries on his tongue, and the sweet flavour had him eagerly sucking, bobbing his head slowly to savour the taste. He looked up to meet the faery's eyes when fingers gripped his hair, his eyes half closed and his expression one of bliss. If he'd just turned his head, he might have noticed the guard being led away by one of the others, waving her hands and trying to speak, but she'd been gagged, and Reita didn't hear her muffled shouts over the sound of his own moaning.

The cock in his ass brushed against his prostate with every thrust, and now he was approaching the edge of his orgasm quickly, thoroughly enjoying being taken from both ends like this. The faery gripped his hips, fucking him harder when she realised he liked it, seeming to delight in his eager reactions. It wasn't long before he started cumming, spattering the grass beneath him, and he was certain he would have collapsed if not for the hands holding him up.

He didn't really notice that the grip on his hair had now tightened considerably, forgot himself completely when the faery fucking his mouth held him in place, and without thinking, he swallowed the sweet cum that filled his mouth. Over and over he drank from the faery's cock, and even when he pulled back with a sinister chuckle, it took a second before realisation sank in. “Wait, that doesn't count.”

The faeries all laughed at him, and when he tried to get to his feet, one of them took the empty spot in front of him, pushing her cock into his mouth and keeping him from protesting further. “Sorry, mortal, that's how it works. If you ingest anything from this realm while you're visiting, you can never leave.”

They laughed again when Reita tried to push them away, holding his hands down and ignoring his cries of protest. The woman fucking his ass leaned down to whisper in his ear, running her hands up his chest teasingly. “You're a fairy now.”


Day 17: Sirens

Reita was resting in his hammock, not quite asleep yet, when he heard something strange in the distance. At first it was faint, and could almost be mistaken for a flock of birds, or perhaps the waves licking the ship. Then it grew stronger, and Reita furrowed his brows. It sounded almost like singing, but how could that be? There were no women on the ship, and he didn't think any of the sailors could sing, but perhaps he was wrong?

He decided to get up and investigate, but something weird was happening to his body. He felt sluggish, more than usual, and when he tried to walk up to the deck, his knees started buckling. He got almost to the stairs when he heard shouting from above him, one of his crewmates stumbling down the steps, looking like he was about to pass out. “Sirens! Cover your ears!”

It was much too late for Reita, however, and when he tried to raise his arms, he collapsed backward, landing on his back and hitting his head on the hard wood. It hurt, but he couldn't make himself move no matter how hard he tried, couldn't even call for help. His mates were all on the floor as well, some with their fingers stuffed into their ears, but even they looked completely out of it, mouths open, blank expressions on their faces.

There were stories of sirens, of course. Entire ships would disappear sometimes, and then came rumours of them being found much later, washed up on shore, with the whole crew dead, ripped to shreds. Nothing of value had been taken, except the lives of the men who'd been aboard. It seemed like such a waste, it was hard to believe such tales, but perhaps that would be Reita's undoing.

The singing was now so loud, Reita was sure he would hear it even if he stuck his head in a barrel of tar. It was melodious, beautiful, and he would have enjoyed it if he weren't currently terrified for his life. His eyelids were growing heavy, slipping shut against his will, just as the singing mixed with a different, far more terrifying noise.

Light thuds against the sides of the ship, all around him, occasionally accompanied by the scraping of something sharp against wood. His best guess was something was climbing aboard, a whole lot of somethings, by the sound of it. The singing didn't cease, even when the things landed on deck, but then a whole lot of other noises Reita didn't want to begin to contemplate filled the night air.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Something was coming down the stairs, moving awkwardly, like it wasn't used to being out of the water. Or perhaps Reita's imagination was running wild, coloured by the frightening tales he remembered. He still couldn't open his eyes, nor his mouth, he realised when something grabbed his leg and he tried in vain to scream. His clothes were torn by four sharp points parallel to one another, maybe claws, maybe teeth, maybe something else entirely, and he wondered briefly what they would do once he was naked.

He got his answer all too soon when something dug into his chest, ripping into his flesh and making his body flare up with pain. Yet still, he couldn't move, could do nothing but lay there helplessly while his skin was stripped off his legs, his tendons ripped out, muscles torn apart. He was being flayed alive, yet he couldn't struggle, couldn't open his eyes, but ironically, nor could he fall asleep.

He was forced to stay conscious while more sharp points dug into his face, ripping it in half, pulling his left eye out, and now the pain was so bad, he thought he might vomit. The only parts of him that still moved besides his beating heart were his lungs, inflating and deflating uselessly. Reita figured he must be bleeding out by now, judging by how wet he was and how little skin was left on his body.

He only vaguely registered his ribcage being cracked open before he succumbed to the sweet lure of the song and fell into eternal sleep.


Day 18: Monstrous People

“Wake the fuck up.”

Reita grunted when he was slapped awake, moving to swat the person away, and that was when he realised he couldn't move. He was naked, tied up in a kneeling position, a spreader bar keeping his legs open, his arms suspended from the ceiling, and there was a ring gag in his mouth, preventing him from speaking. He cried out when he noticed the camera pointed right at him and the screen on the desk in front of him, showing the video feed from the camera and what looked like a live chat window.

The guy who had woken him up yanked his head back by his hair, and Reita realised he was wearing a mask over his face, obscuring his identity, as well as gloves, a long-sleeved, plain black shirt, and simple grey jeans. “He's awake, folks. Isn't he a fine specimen?” He gripped Reita's pec in his hand and gave it a squeeze, running his hand down his abs, and when he grabbed his flaccid cock, Reita jerked back, whimpering desperately. “Ooh, we've got ourselves a squirmer.”

He let go of his hair and moved to the computer, and Reita took the opportunity to look around. The room was tiny, dark except for the professional grade light sources pointed directly at him, with no windows and only one door, which was bolted shut. Was he being held to ransom? But then why did he have to be naked? He looked at the words scrolling by on the screen and froze completely, regretting even looking.

One after another, various pseudonyms suggested ways to torture him, almost like they were holding some sort of vote. Some were calling for his nipples to be cut off, some suggested pouring acid on his genitals, one wanted to see him being waterboarded, and with every new reply, Reita felt sick to his stomach. Surely, this had to be some kind of prank, right?

“Alright, I've confirmed the transfer, seems like our VIP today wants a golden shower to start with.” The man turned from the computer to face Reita, unzipping his jeans and pulling his dick out far too casually, and Reita shook his head. He tried begging for him to let him go, but it was hard with the gag in his mouth, and the man didn't seem to care. He just grabbed Reita's hair again, checked the screen to adjust his angle, and started pissing into Reita's open mouth.

The first splash of warm piss caught him off guard, and he coughed violently, but to his great dismay, the man paused to let him catch his breath before he continued. If he were getting paid for this, he might have to keep Reita alive, and that was the only comfort so far. Maybe someone would notice he had gone missing? Would the police be able to find him before something truly bad happened? Or maybe his friends would pay for his release?

Urine filled his mouth, and he tried to gag or turn his head away, but he was being held completely still, and he couldn't do anything besides try not to swallow. So much for that, he realised when a gloved hand clamped over his nose, cutting off his oxygen and forcing him to drink just to be able to breathe. “Alright, let's do a vote on which hole of his I should fuck to get rid of this boner I'm getting.”

Reita opened his eyes, blinking through the tears gathering in them to see that the man was indeed getting hard, and he was so disgusted, he wanted to vomit. He wasn't sure if he would be punished for it or not, so it wasn't worth taking the risk, but he really wished he could do something to turn the guy off. He seemed to notice where Reita's gaze was, because he punched him so hard Reita swore he could taste blood, spitting on him with a disgusted sneer. “What are you staring at, faggot?”

He stared at the floor, trembling faintly when the man reached for something and he heard a metallic scraping sound, and by now, tears were steadily streaming down his cheeks. “I don't remember which one of you earlier voted for gelding, but congrats, it's your lucky day.” Reita screamed through the gag, shaking his head violently, trying to move away when the man crouched down next to him, holding a pair of shears. “Sissies like you should never be allowed to breed.”

He lifted Reita's dick and slid the shears into place over his ballsack, looking up at the screen again, and Reita closed his eyes, not wanting to watch. He hoped someone heard his frantic screams and called the cops, because when the sharp blades dug into his skin, he couldn't keep his voice down if he tried. It hurt like nothing he'd ever experienced before, the pain so bad he hoped he might pass out from it, or maybe bleed to death if he were lucky. Alas, something clamped down hard on the aching remains of his junk, cutting off the blood flow entirely.

“Alright, seems like the hole that got the most votes is his eye socket, great choice.” Reita sobbed pitifully when his face was grabbed, tugging on the ropes until his wrists started bleeding, but there was nothing he could do to stop the man from digging a knife into his eye. He poked around, twisted the blade, and Reita didn't know what was worse between the raw pain and the disgusting sounds that seemed to come from inside his skull. He was shaking at this point, flinching with every touch, and a mix of blood, tears, and snot was dripping down his chest.

His face stung when the man thrust his hard dick into his empty eye, and Reita vaguely felt like he might be pissing himself. He was well past the point of caring, however, and he tried to zone out and think about nothing but breathing steadily while that cock fucked into his skull. If only it would pierce his brain, he wished to himself while the man addressed the camera, panting vulgarly, grinding his hips against Reita's head. “So, what should we do to him next?”


Day 19: Wraiths

The nurse gestured for Reita to enter with one of those smiles people gave you when they felt sorry for you, but couldn't do anything to help. Well, screw them, Reita had found his own solution, he was done relying on modern medicine. He clutched his bag tightly to his chest and stepped into Kai's room, his heart sinking at the sight of him in the hospital bed, pale as a ghost and hooked up to various tubes and monitors. He put his tablet down when he noticed him, and Reita set it aside, sitting down on the chair next to the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” Kai's usual dimpled smile was fading, his skin dry and eyes sunken, and it killed Reita to see him like this. “The doctors say I don't have much longer.”

Reita blinked away the moisture in his eyes, gently taking Kai's hand in his and moving closer so he could whisper. “It's gonna be okay.”

“I'm dying, Reita.”

“Not if I can help it.” Kai gave him a puzzled look, and Reita glanced over at the door. Nobody seemed to be listening in, so he opened his bag and pulled out a small glass vial of a clear liquid, clutching it in his hand.

Kai's lips pursed, and he looked between the vial and the hopeful look on Reita's face. “What did you do?”

“I went to every temple in the region looking for a cure, I prayed at every shrine I could find, and just when I was going to give up hope, one of the priests gave me this.”

Kai sighed and leaned back, coughing hoarsely. “How much did you pay him?”

“You think I've been scammed.” The smile fell from Reita's face, his grip tightening around Kai's hand. “He gave it to me for free.”

At that, Kai seemed to perk up, though his tone was more incredulous than hopeful. “Seriously? Why?”

Reita hesitated, the moment dragging on for what seemed like forever. “There's a risk.”

“Of course there is.”

“You're going to die!” Reita took a deep breath, checking to see if any nurses were running to come check what the shouting was about. “What's the worst that could happen?”

“Well, what's the risk?”

“If it doesn't work, you might not pass on entirely.”

Kai stared at him, trying to read his expression, and Reita looked pointedly down at their hands, avoiding his gaze. “Like what? Like I might lose my soul?”

“That part's probably just superstition. If there's even the tiniest chance it might work, I want to try it. I really don't want to lose you.”

The plop of tears hitting his hand distracted Kai from what he was about to say, his heart clenching at the sight of Reita trembling, clearly trying to bite back his sobs. Reita was right, he was going to die anyway, what did he have to lose? “Okay.”

“Okay?” Kai nodded, and Reita wiped his tears on the sleeve of his shirt, looking over his shoulder one more time before moving up to the head of Kai's bed. “Think you can drink it all?”

“I'll try my best.” Kai put on a brave face when Reita uncapped the vial and leaned closer, holding it to his chapped lips. It didn't taste pleasant, but medicine never did, so Kai took that as a good sign, swallowing as quickly as he could, wishing Reita wouldn't pour so fast. When everything was gone, Reita slipped the vial back into his bag, nervously watching Kai's face for any changes.

“You feel any different?”

“Not yet.” Kai smiled again, stroking his thumb over Reita's hand. “I guess we'll see if I wake up tomorrow or not.”

“Don't say it like that.” Reita buried his face in Kai's chest, tears stinging at his eyes. He was about to chew him out for his bedside manner when the soft beeping of the heart monitor that Reita had started to tune out as background noise ceased, replaced a split second later by a continuous tone. “Kai?” Except Kai was staring unblinkingly at the ceiling, no longer breathing, and Reita shot out of his seat, dashing into the hallway. “Help, I need help!”

A nurse commanded him to move aside, and he backed up against the wall, covering his mouth with his hands, tears streaming down his face at the sight of Kai in the bed, lifeless. A doctor ran into the room, barking orders at the nurse, and Reita whispered an apology. Had he just killed Kai?

A flash of sparks rained in the room, all the lights and electrical equipment going dark all at once. For a moment, everything was pitch black, and frightened screams sounded down the hallway, the entire hospital apparently affected by the strange electric surge. Soft thuds sounded in the room, and Reita pressed himself against the wall, not wanting to risk bumping into anything while they waited for the backup generator to start back up. …Because surely, a hospital would have a backup generator, right?

A pale light illuminated the room, but it didn't come from above like Reita had expected, instead it seemed to emanate from directly ahead. At first all he could make out was a bluish glow, then slowly, a figure materialised in front of him, floating in thin air. A dark cloak hovered just in front of him, draped over a skeletal body, but the entire image appeared transparent. At first, Reita thought he was hallucinating.

As the seconds went by, the apparition just floated in front of him, and Reita looked around the room to see if anyone else seemed to be reacting to it, his eyes widening when he didn't see anyone, at least not on their feet. The doctors and nurses in the room were all lying on the floor, as though they'd passed out all at once, and Reita darted to the bed, finding it empty, Kai's body gone, like he'd vanished into thin air.

A chill went down his spine, and when he turned, he was face to face with the hooded figure, but now he realised. He hadn't dared tell Kai, but the priest had warned him that if something went wrong, if Kai's body rejected the cure, he would linger between the mortal plane and the spirit world, unable to truly settle in either. He would be a risk to anyone around, but particularly Reita.

He sobbed softly, reaching out to touch the cloak, but his fingers passed through it like smoke. “Kai?” The figure reached up with its boney hands, pulling back the hood, and Reita covered his mouth to muffle his shriek of surprise. It was disfigured, but Reita still recognised that face, even though half of it appeared burnt and blistered, splotchy in parts. One eye stared piercingly back at him, and when Kai, or whatever it was, placed its hand on Reita's shoulder, he didn't resist.

“I'm so sorry, I should never have done this to you.” Reita fell to his knees, biting back tears, no longer feeling like he deserved any mercy. His body temperature was dropping rapidly, but even through the shivers, he just clasped his hands together and bowed his head, hoping if he surrendered himself, Kai might spare the rest of the patients at the hospital. “I couldn't bear the thought of you dying, I was too selfish, I'm sorry.”

His breaths were so faint, he couldn't even take in the air necessary to speak anymore, his senses slowly dulling until he no longer felt the cold. He just felt empty save for the guilt that seemed to consume him, or perhaps that was Kai draining his soul. Either one would be appropriate, Reita thought to himself, before he ceased to think at all.


Day 20: Demons

Reita raised his head when the bell above the door rang to signal someone entering, sighing tiredly at the sight of them. Even from this distance, he could tell it was a warlock, which meant they were there for him. The shopkeeper darted out from behind a curtain to greet the customer, who kept glancing nervously over at Reita. “Is he the real deal?”

“I've got plenty of satisfied customers who would say so.” The shopkeeper stepped up to the podium Reita was standing on, pulling on the end of the rope binding his wings together to loosen it and tapping his lower back in a hidden signal. Reita strained for a moment, weakened by the enchanted chains keeping him bound and the pentagram painted on the ceiling, eventually managing to shrug off the rope and stretch his wings to their full length.

If he knocked anything off any shelves, he'd be punished. If he tried to escape for real, he'd be punished. If he harmed or scared anyone enough that they left without making a purchase, he'd be punished. At least he'd found a pretty safe move that impressed most mortals without posing any real threat, and he flapped his black, leathery wings carefully, growling menacingly against the rope he was gagged with. He leaned forward as much as he could, his horns bound to the ceiling with chains and preventing him from going far, his eyes turning pure black as he stared the warlock down, not even blinking.

To their credit, they only sounded a little shaky when they spoke. “Wow, you really have a true demon in your store.”

The shopkeeper went to the cabinet behind Reita to grab a vial and a ceremonial dagger. “Yeah, it's risky business, and I've had to repair the furniture more times than I can count.” Reita refrained from rolling his eyes, knowing it was all part of the spiel. It was an exaggeration. He hadn't broken anything in years. “But demon blood is a potent ingredient, so it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for the greater good of the spellcaster community.”

It also made for an easy way to pay the bills, Reita thought to himself, flapping his wings again when the warlock got too close, satisfied when they stumbled back, startled. The shopkeeper came around to the front and ran the knife across Reita's bare chest, which was covered in runes and scars, digging the blade in until blood dripped drown.

He really didn't have to cut at that angle, there were plenty of ways that would be more efficient. Even a syringe would suffice, but the shopkeeper let most of the blood drip down Reita's torso, filling the vial while the warlock stared in awe. Reita pretended like it hurt, just to be dramatic. Maybe if he were good, he would be allowed to stretch his wings properly later and fly in circles around town after supper.

“So what's the secret?” The warlock took the vial of his blood and slipped it into their pocket, handing a pouch to the shopkeeper and waiting while he checked the contents.

“Knowing a demon's true name lets you command it, but you still need proper equipment. These chains have to be re-enchanted every so often, or he might escape and kill me in my sleep.” Apparently satisfied with the payment, the shopkeeper led the warlock to the door and smiled. “But there's no need for you to take that risk. Next time you need a little extra juice for a potion, you know where to go, right?”

Reita pressed his wing against the gash on his chest to stop the blood flow until his body healed back up, glaring at the shopkeeper now that his back was turned. Patience, he thought to himself. Mortals don't live forever.


Day 23: Monstrous Plants

“Good work, Reita-san,” the photographer said and bowed, and Reita bowed back.

“You too.” He passed Kai on his way to do his shoot and they bumped their fists together, Reita making his way to the temporary setup they had with water bottles and folding chairs. Uruha handed him a bottle, and Reita drank almost half of it in one go. The weather was nice, and despite the fact that they were pretty high up in the mountains to do this photoshoot, it was comfortably warm. “It's nice out here.”

“Mm.” Ruki smiled and gestured to Aoi, who was busy taking pictures of trees. “I think he agrees with you.”

“We spend way too much time looking at screens in our line of work, being out in nature for a change is pretty sweet.”

“He says, looking at a screen to take digital photos of the nature right in front of his eyes.”

“Memories, Ruki. I wanna be able to remember this view in a year, reminisce over the time we spent together.”

“You have fun with that.” Reita bumped his shoulder into Aoi's on his way past him. “I'll take a walk and enjoy the view with my own two eyes.”

“Just don't get lost, we need you later,” Uruha called after him, and Reita gave him a thumbs up on his way into the woods. There was something about the calmness of the forest that drew him in, and when he got far enough away from the photoshoot that he no longer heard the noise of humans and machines, it felt almost serene.

That was, until he tripped over something and landed face first in the grass. Shit, if he got his costume dirty, the stylist would kill him. He tried to stand up so he could inspect the damage, but when he tried to move, something curled around his ankles and hoisted him up into the air, upside down. What the fuck? Who was putting up traps out here?

Except when he looked up to figure out how to free himself, he was surprised to find no rope around his legs, no wire or anything else that would have made sense. Instead, a thick, green vine was pulling him up, lifting him like he weighed nothing and moving with a strange sense of purpose for a plant. Reita cupped his hands in front of his mouth, about to call for help when another vine wrapped around his face, cleaving between his lips and effectively gagging him.

Now he was seriously getting confused. Abducting plants that could read minds? Either there was something weird in the air up there, or Reita had to be dreaming, right? He gripped the vines and tugged, trying to break free, but he was unsuccessful, and now panic was starting to set in. The more he wiggled, the tighter he was gripped, and when he noticed the vines were pulling him toward a giant pitcher plant, he started thrashing violently.

More tendrils grabbed his arms, holding him still as he was positioned above the mouth of the plant, and he screamed against the vine in his mouth when he was dropped in, head first. He landed in a strange liquid that burned like acid against his skin, but now the vines were no longer holding him still, and he splashed about to get his head above the surface before his face melted right off.

The inside of the plant was slippery, coated in a slick substance that made it impossible to find purchase with his fingers. It was even hard to stand up, but every patch of his skin that came into contact with the liquid filling the plant felt like it was on fire, and he screamed for help while frantically trying to climb up to the mouth. He tried digging his nails into the plant's flesh, but the walls were thicker than he expected, and he couldn't get out.

He knew in theory how pitcher plans worked, at least on a smaller scale. Flies would drop into the plant and be broken down by something akin to stomach acid, turning into nutrients and leaving no trace of their existence. One glance at his sleeve told Reita that was about to happen to him as well, because his jacket was melting at an alarming rate, exposing his skin to the corrosive substance.

As his clothes disintegrated, the pain became too much to bear. He fell down into the bulb of the plant, closing his eyes and his mouth and trying not to focus on the terrible stinging sensation. He faintly thought he heard voices below him, perhaps someone come to look for him, but he couldn't muster the strength to lift his body up so he could answer. He trembled faintly from the overwhelming sensations, unable to move, forced to experience every second of the excruciating pain of being digested alive.


Day 25: Angels

“There he is, get him!”

Reita started sprinting when he heard voices behind him, unfolding his wings with a strained groan and trying in desperation to flap them enough to lift off. He stared up at the sky, wishing he could soar up there instead of having to try to run on his sore, bruised legs. He couldn't lift himself off the ground, however, his clipped feathers preventing him from flying, just as intended.

The guards were drawing closer, he could hear their steps behind him, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He was malnourished, tired, his entire body aching with lingering pain from consistent abuse, and he knew they would catch up before long. He'd lost count of how many times he'd tried to escape, but by now he knew his only hope was to slip out unnoticed. All it took was one mistake, and now his hope of getting away was smothered.

A heavy body crashed into him, and he wrapped his broken wings around himself like a protective barrier before he hit the ground, hiding in the mass of black feathers and crying in despair. The guard that held him down laughed tauntingly, ripping out a few of his feathers, wrenching a scream from Reita's bloody lips. “Did you really think you could escape?”

More footsteps approached, slowing when they got close, and another voice cut through the chilly night air. “You've tried so many times, one would think you'd realise there's no getting away by now.”

“Maybe he needs to be reminded what happens to fallen angels who try to fly around here.”

Reita sobbed in fear, and the next thing he knew, his wings were being pulled free from under the weight of his body, folded against his back. He heard the clinking of a buckle, followed by a belt being tied around his wings, tightened painfully until they were pinned in place, unmovable. He tried to crawl away, but one of the guards grabbed his hands, tying his wrists together and hauling him up by his hair. “Please, don't,” Reita begged, voice hoarse, and he winced when the guard leaned down to sneer in his face.

“Should have thought of that before you tried to run.” He spat in Reita's face and straightened up, pulling down his zipper slowly, taking the time to appreciate the way Reita whimpered when he realised what was coming. “Someone fuck his ass, his throat always clenches real good when he's screaming.”

Reita stopped resisting when familiar hands yanked him to his knees and forced his legs apart, tears spilling down his face and hitting the earth under him with wet plops.


Day 26: Monster In The Walls

Reita had just finished brushing his teeth and was about to head to bed when he thought he heard something strange, like a faint clanging noise that he couldn't really place. It seemed to originate from nowhere and everywhere all at once, echoing softly, but when Reita stuck his head out of the bathroom to see if it came from outside, he no longer heard it. Odd.

When he held his breath and focused, he could actually tell that the sound seemed to be shifting, moving around the room. It didn't seem like something an earthquake could cause, but maybe someone was working in the hallway? It was a weird time of day to be renovating, however, and when Reita went to his front door, he couldn't hear anything anymore. Nobody was outside, and no noise seemed to be coming from the other units, either. Was it just him, then?

Now dying of curiosity, he returned to his bathroom to get to the bottom of things, pressing his ear against one of the walls and almost jumping back in surprise. Now the noise was clearer, and Reita shuddered. Was there something in the wall? Maybe the pipes? Was there a leak somewhere?

Just as he thought he should probably call someone to get it checked out before the building sustained any permanent damage, the noise changed. From a muffled, hollow noise in his walls, now he heard a distinct clunk from his toilet, and he span around to check what it was, shrieking in shock when two slitted eyes stared right at him. The head of a huge snake was poking out of his toilet, and Reita scrambled to move away, but tripped over himself in his confusion, landing on his ass with a yelp.

The snaked slithered right at him, and Reita was too slow to get back up in time. Long fangs dug into his face, and almost immediately, a numbing sensation spread through his head, tingly and ticklish all at once. Within seconds, he lost complete control over his muscles, and he couldn't even scream, couldn't do anything but twitch and kick out helplessly, while the snake twisted itself around his body, coiling down around his chest, stomach, hips, even his thighs.

It squeezed him so tight it cut off his blood circulation, and even when it dislodged its fangs from his skin, Reita couldn't even wince. Its head was huge, its body had to be several metres long, all of it currently squeezing Reita until he thought his head might explode. He tried in vain to scream for help, but his tongue wouldn't move, not even when the snake unhinged its jaw, saliva dripping down and hitting him in the face, and that was the last thing he saw before he was swallowed.