The office basement storage room. Dusty boxes stacked like visqueux coal. Cobwebs dangle from beams. Masters of terror. I sneak down afternoons, when the boss is out. Lock the heavy door. Click. Total black. Heart pounds. Printer hums faintly above. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume. Sharp, intoxicating.
Built this twisted ritual. Fight invisible horrors. Trap door fantasy haunts me. Something slimy waits behind crates. Panic claws my back. No claustrophobia. Just endless dark sucking me in. Came nights too. Imagined lover’s hand in mine. Demons brush skin. Addictive.
The Mounting Tension
Met him in breakroom. Clumsy fucker elbows coffee jars. Crash. Syrupy mess. Crowd gathers. I grab mop. Tablier over blouse. Save his ass. Director’s office next. Tense stares. He waits in parking lot. I slink out, walls hugging. Run to car. He taps window. Smile. Hop in passenger.
Hour chatting. My fears spill. Sky crashing down. He shares basement tales. Childhood cave dreads. We drive to my cubicle-flat nearby. Hoarder hell. Piles of files, plastic bags tower. Entry mats by dozens. Stay on them. Or else.
Two years we endure. Gentle cuddles. No fire. Then his experiments resume. Sensory tanks tempt. Psy drugs mix booze. Basement lockdown. 24 hours hell. Drips echo. Puke on carpet. Rage. Boots his shit out window. Street sleep by vent.
Beg reinstatement at lot. Smile melts suicide thoughts. Rats in terriers. I quit him sudden. Trash mats. Hitch south. But rewind. This night, conference room after hours. No. Back to basement. Our cave.
Open space glances earlier. Dossiers stack. Tension crackles. Door shuts. Locked. Now us two. Old mattress dragged down. Mars bars swiped. Calfeutrer cracks. Pitch black. No flashlight. Breathe shallow. No talk loud.
The Wild Release
Sides apart. No touch. Minutes crawl. Something brushes. Soft, moist. Breathing deep nearby. Panic. Tentacle on throat. Cold slime. Beast devoured him? Rides me now. Powerless. Heat builds. Burning.
Wake throbbing. Cunt fire. He’s rigid steel. Monstrous cock impales. Ride wild. Gluante grip. Jouis once. Twice. Insatiable. Achearnement. Powerless bliss. Hope it spares breeder. Die pleasured.
Blackout. Time lost. Crawl out alone? Trap shut. Beast trapped me.
Noon. Door cracks. He grins wicked. ‘Salad or fish?’ Sorciere! Crawl up. Kitchenette. ‘Never fucked like that. Divine.’ Grab her. Rip skirt. Tongue dive. Merciless. Beast hungers still.
Adjust blouse. Perfume freshens. Coffee brews. Mouse clicks resume. Meeting in five. Smile pro. Luxure hides. Adrenaline peaks. Hierarchy bows to lust. Tomorrow, deeper dark.