> Strange dreams > by wolfbain > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Twilight > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “You should wake up now.” You stir when you hear that suave yet ominously disturbing male voice. You wake up and find you’re gagged with a blindfold over you eyes. On reflex you try to move but find that you are bound to something flat with what feels like a solid cold metal surface. “You really should stop squirming, I might do something I will regret.” You shiver slightly when he says this as you realise that you aren’t fully clothed. Undergarments a size or two too small clinging to your shapely, yet sleek, slightly muscle toned feminine body. “Ruining a figure like yours would be the worst of sins,” he taunted, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice. Starting just above your knees, a hand on each leg, he slowly trails his fingers up along the outside of your legs, his thumbs running along the top. His warm, rough and calloused palms glide over your panty-clad hip as he none too gently gropes your behind. You can’t help but let out a muffled whimper and your captor laughs heartily as he continues to venture ever higher. “Ahahahaha, ahahahaaa!” The malice that dripped from his voice made you shudder with fear. You throw your head from side to side, trying to shake his menacing laugh from your mind as his hands come to a slight pause, teasing over your lower body. Running his fingers along your belly, making trails of moisture through the thin layer of sweat you have recently acquired. Reaching up to your lower ribs, he repeats the process of making thin trails down to your hips. Your leg muscles twitch in response to his strange massage. Your stomach twitches every time his hands run over your body, giving you a strange feeling of comfort. “Yes, your parts should do nicely.” He mumbled this gently into your ear as he ran his hands up the sides of your body “You don’t peg me as much of an athlete, cheerleader maybe.” He seemed to be thinking out loud as he ran his calloused palms and fingers over you, gently massaging your shoulder and arm muscles. “Yes, you will make a lovely edition to my wall.” That is the last thing you hear as you feel a trail of ice run along your neck. Tasting iron on your tongue, you choke on your own blood slipping slowly but surely into the darkness that is death. *** You awake in a cold sweat, your heart threatening to burst from your chest, holding a purple hoof to your chest to keep yourself contained you look off the bed and see a purple and green dragon still sleeping in his bed. Telling yourself it was just a dream and trying to forget what ever creature you were, you drift off to sleep. > Rarity > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thud, Thud You’re running, you don’t know where but you know what direction. Forward. Thud, Thud You’re heart is pounding like a jackhammer as you hear a low growl from behind you. You increase your speed. Thud, Thud Your bare feet slapping hard on the cold tiles of the floor below you, skin peeling off the balls of your toes as you sprint through the hallways of your ‘close quarters’ confinement. Thud, Thud You don’t dare look over your shoulder, you ‘feel’ something bearing down on you, gaining speed as you make a left turn down another hallway. Thud, Thud You grunt in pain as you leap behind an open doorway before your chaser has a chance to turn the corner, you can hear it grunting and huffing in its slowed search. Thud, Thud You take a deep breath as you hide quietly in the corner of the room you darted into. Thud, Thud You hear your breathing stop as the door creaks slightly open. Your pursuer’s eyes lock onto you as you stare helplessly into the red irises and black pigments that make up the shallow pits that make its eyes. It snarls and grins evilly, its sharp serrated teeth and serpentine like forked tongue poking out through the gaps in its maw. Thud, Thud It slowly lifts a metal leg, feebly covered in a pair of torn and tattered light brown cargo pants, through the threshold of the doorway. Clunk, Creak It opens the door fully, giving you a chance to see what your pursuer looks like in the pale light being emitted from the hallway. It’s shaggy shoulder length hair tied into a loose ponytail behind its head, showing its scarred face in full view. It has cheeks that are filled with blackened holes. It laughed loudly as he grabs your thin throat and drags you back into the hallway. You try to scream loudly as it drags you back down the path you ran, your legs and arms flailing trying to push the beast off of you as you pass out from lack of oxygen. Thud… It drags you through the twists and turns that you never saw in your attempted escape, the trip ended in moments as the creature threw you into a small circular room lit by a candle covered chandelier hanging from the roof. Around the room were mysterious figures wearing black cloaks with deep hoods to conceal their identities as much as possible, you see a nose protruding from a couple of the hooded figures but otherwise they have succeeded in their anonymity. They were sticking close to the walls, as there was a hole in the middle of the room. You find yourself to scared to move as the hooded figures start speaking in a language you don’t understand. “But we can’t just kill her!” A male voice said, breaking the strange tongue they were all speaking in. “She’s a young girl for Christ sake, I shall not participate in this any longer!” He stated firmly. This made you feel a sense of hope and fear to what was going to happen, but the feeling of hope was short lived as the figure next to the outspoken male pushed him forwards into the dark hole in the middle of the room. He yells loudly as his sneaker covered foot slips over the smooth, rounded, brim of the dark hole. The screams continued for a few moments, gradually getting quieter as he fell deeper into the small chasm in the room, with a yelp and a loud squelch, the screams stopped. You look up and see something you hadn’t noticed before, the ceiling is a large mirror showing what is going on in the room as well as what is happening in the hole at the bottom. Despite how deep the hole is, you can see just what has happened to the man that tried to defend you, his screams of pure terror still echoed through your mind as you watched what happened to his corpse. Looking at the mirror you see what look like a group of small children approaching the deceased man. Each child was male and wearing a tattered black and stained loincloth around their waists to cover themselves, small horns, just visible, protruded from their tiny foreheads. These children grinned at the corpse before them to reveal their mouths to be filled with pointy, sharp looking, teeth, these children looked more like imps than little kids. What happens next took you by surprise as the, now certain, imps grabbed an arm, leg or the head and pulled. Each appendage popped off of it’s joint and the blood started to pool out around the dead body, tinting his cloak purple and making it shine with wetness. Your thoughts are interrupted as a voice cuts the near silence in the air. “Prepare the girl!” This voice sounded more evil than the other man as his voice sounded caring yet sinister, setting your nerve on overdrive. “Yes Elder!” Two submissive voices answered as they shuffled out of the only door in and out of the room. You look back up at the mirror and see blood covered bones and skulls scattered about the enclosure. The most recent set is yet to be finished as the mutilated corpse now has its belly torn open, its abdominal sack also ripped open, revealing the raw guts which were now in the mouths and stomachs of the imps. You look away in disgust back at the ‘Elder’ as the submissive followers returned into the room with a small brown paper bag. “Is it ready?” The Elder barked harshly. “Yes Elder” They replied in scared voices. The two followers approach you and remove a ceremonial looking knife from the bag; it has runic carvings along a dark red blade and shinning smooth leather along its handle and hilt. One of them places the blade inside the top of your school shirt, and pulling down, cuts away the buttons holding it to your body. With your shirt loosely hanging off your shoulders, he makes a move to your school coloured plaid skirt, he makes a cut next to the zipper holding up the skirt and then forces you to your knees. The other follower moves behind your head and starts to gently pull back your hair into a ponytail, tying it off with a black silk ribbon, he lets go of you and tells the Elder that she is ready. “Good,” barked the Elder. “Get the sedative!” You sigh quietly to yourself when you hear sedative, thinking that you wont be awake to see what happens to her. One of the followers produces a medical syringe and hands it to the follower behind your back. “You may feel a slight sting.” Whispered the follower into your cold and uncovered ear. With that you feel something jab into your neck and straight into your spine, you try to scream but find a hand clamped over your mouth, stifling any sound that tried to escape. Your body goes numb but you can still see and move slightly. “She’s ready Elder.” “Toss her in.” With an affirmative nod, the two drag you over to the edge of the pit and throw you into the pit and at the mercy of the beasts below. You don’t have the energy to scream as you fall and land on the body previously ravaged by the imps now staring at their new toy. You feel a light jab on each of your limbs as the demons have latched onto them and are enjoying the sweet taste on their tongue. As they continue on your young body you only have one thought that forms and escapes you lips in a whisper… ‘No…’ *** "NO!" You awaken to hear a knocking at your bedroom door, getting to your hooves and putting on your white with pink frills dressing gown, you open it to reveal a very worried Sweetie Belle standing in your doorway. "Darling, you should be asleep" You say, tired and worried that you may have been the one to wake her up "I was" She stated bluntly, her voice breaking halfway through her sentence "you woke me up!" "I'm sorry dear but i was having a... Uh... Strange dream. Run along back to bed Sweetie, you have an excursion for school tomorrow." You say, trying your best to sound stern through your minor lecture "OK sis" she answers solemnly, turning hoof and walking up the hallway to her room. "I will have to talk to Twilight about that dream, it may have a deeper meaning" You think aloud. Closing the door, disrobing and going back to bed, you start to think about the dream. "No, put it aside for tomorrow." You utter this aloud as reassurance that it will happen. After a few more minutes of self debate, you drift restlessly into a fitful sleep.