*Schlick...*
*Schlick...*
The sound of something dragging on the floor caused Mathew to wake from his slumber. He was trapped, stuck in the hand of someone he couldn't see. Her warmth radiated around him, and the moonlight illuminated the immediate space surrounding his body enough that he could see. She must have been in a clearing at night - he could hear the sound of something dragging, the wind blowing through nearby trees, and the moment he could, he shifted himself so that he could get more comfortable. This was a signal to whoever was holding him that he was awake and alive, a signal she took. The sound of sliding came to a stop as he lifted upward, the fingers that once held him slowly opened to reveal who was holding him...
She was fairly well dressed. Her hair was black, and her eyes were amber. She had lightly tanned skin and red lipstick on, as well as a long black dress. She didn't say anything, she simply smiled at the little one's apparent [REDACTED] that lingered from his previous life. Her eyes looked him over, and the length of time gave Mathew a bit of time to make out more details about his captor. She had something on her face... Dark... He couldn't tell exactly what it was in the darkness, but it seemed to have the consistency of blood.
"H... Hello..." He said softly, but he received nothing but silence in return. A silent smile, a crazed stare. It was as though she were looking into his mind, reading him as he tried to read her. "Where are we?"
No response...
"Ughn..." The sound of a third party groaned in the distance, and her smile faded.
Her fingertips wrapped around Mathews body as he lay there, though she was gentle. Her hand fell back to her side, and the sound of something dragging behind her continued. Step after step, groan after groan... The groans eventually grew into hoarse whimpers, like someone who wanted to speak but found they no longer were capable of doing so. Low heaving and grunts. The sensation sent chills up his spine as he felt her progress further and further toward an unknown goal.
Then, a feminine chuckle pierced the night. The sound of dragging ceased as Mathew's prison moved back up, and her fingers parted again. The woman who had him captive's eyes seemed to glow in their amber tone through the moonlight as she smiled - She figured something out, and it amused her to no end. She bit her lower lip, licking at it a bit as Mathew heard the object she was dragging thud to the ground. Her free hand - covered in blood - came over to grab him by his blue hair. She lifted him into the air before lowering him to the ground. The little one looked down to see a black flat - she was standing on one foot now, and the object she had been dragging behind her was to the side.
It was a person... They were gazing up at her in horror with the permanent look of shock and horror on their face. Trying to scream with no luck, to speak or beg but all they could do was wheeze and whine. Mathew watched as he fell into the flat, which then shook slightly to slide him toward the toe section, before he saw her foot cover the entryway. The tan skin began to peel away as it approached in a cloud of shadow to reveal blue, ethereal flesh. The shadow slid up her legs, dancing like smoke in a fire as her skin sparkled in the moonlight. The scent - when he took a breath in, smelled like he would expect it to. Like a shoe that had been worn for a long day, the musky scent of work. As her toes settled back in, the sound of dragging continued, and each step slammed down on his little body.
Waves of pleasure entered his little form from her foot - She was controlling him now, she knew his fetish and his weaknesses. He was brought to the brink of climax almost instantly, left to quiver beneath her toes as she wandered through the woods... Step after step, progress was made. The little one couldn't tell where he was, he didn't know what was happening, all he knew was that he was beneath the foot of a psychopath. Her skin had a glow to it, illuminating the area around his body as he lay beneath her sweating blue-tinted foot.
Then, she sat down...
The sound of struggling came through, but she wasn't moving much. Whoever she had was screaming breathless screams as they thrashed around in some sort of liquid as the woman sat where she did. Mathew let out a little hushed squeak of his own, but his was a different type of sensation - he felt her let him release just as her toes squeezed him, her heel lifted - crushing him into the glowing blue skin. He felt his body break, his intestines press from his sides as his skull tried its best to keep its form.
Then, while he still was alive, he felt the shoe on his back dissolve away into black mist. The night was gone, and he was somewhere else. He could feel all the pleasure he had gathered, the energy he had stored over the last few lives, draw out of him to make her skin glow even brighter. As the woman leaned back, his vision began to fade - He never got to see what became of her other victims as the demoness took in the essence of those around her. She lived because they died - she lived because she took their lives from them, an immortal huntress who loved what she did...