Chapter 78 Vignette 72
We weren't supposed to be there, but we went anyway.
The air in the forbidden room was heavy, thick with an almost tangible silence that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Dust floated lazily in the shaft of sunlight cutting through the tall, arched window, and in the center, framed by shadows that seemed to move on their own, stood the mirror.
The one our father had warned us about a thousand times.
“Why did dad ask us to stay away from this mirror?” Tasha whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and fear. “What does it really do?” She stepped closer, tilting her head as if the mirror might answer her.
I shrugged, trying to act casual even though my stomach had curled into tight knots. “Only one way to find out.”
Her hand trembled as she reached out, brushing her fingers across the cold, blackened frame. The glass rippled under her touch, like water disturbed by a stone.
My breath hitched.
“This is insane,” I muttered, but even as I spoke, curiosity won over caution. The mirror’s surface shimmered unnaturally, reflecting not just our faces but something darker…shapes twisting behind us that weren’t really there.
A sudden shiver ran down my spine. I remembered her father’s voice…deep, resonant, carrying the weight of a warning that felt older than the world itself. “Never touch it. Never look too long. You cannot know what it sees in you.”
But rebellion is a tempting thing when you’re eighteen and bored with warnings, and Tasha was already laughing, a nervous, high-pitched sound that made me grin despite myself.
“What if it takes us to another world?” She said, her fingers grazing the glass again. “But at a cost.”
I swallowed hard. The thought had crossed my mind too, but something in the mirror’s shimmer made my teeth chatter. It wasn’t playful. It wasn’t a game. It was hungry.
And then, without warning, the reflection shifted. It wasn’t us anymore. It was… something else. Something smiling behind our faces, eyes glinting with a light that wasn’t our own.
And then…
The reflection rippled violently, as if the mirror were no longer solid but liquid, breathing.
Then… something stepped out.
At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But no…there he was. A man, or at least something that had once been a man.
His skin was impossibly dark, like the void itself had taken shape. Jagged horns curved from his skull, sharp as broken glass. His teeth were long and pointed, glinting like obsidian knives in the dim light. But it was his eyes that froze me in place: bright, burning, alive. They didn’t just see me…they pierced me.
Tasha screamed, a high, shrill sound that bounced off the walls. I stumbled back, my heart hammering so loudly I could feel it in my throat.
“Get… out.” He ordered Tasha…low, grinding, like rocks scraping together. But it wasn’t just a voice…it was a command that vibrated through my bones.
It turned its glowing eyes toward me, and I felt an invisible force pinning me in place. “You,”
I wanted to move, wanted to beg for forgiveness for trespassing, but my lips refused to obey. Tasha's terrified sobs echoed behind me. The creature’s presence was suffocating, its power pressing down on my chest.
“I-I… okay…” She stammered, backing toward the door. Her hands shook violently as she fumbled with the handle, eyes wide, glued to the monstrous figure.
“You stay.” the creature said, its voice a low growl that made the floor vibrate beneath my feet. “Alone.”
Tasha heard this and rushed out of the door in fear.
I knew I was done for the moment the door clicked shut, leaving just me and the monster alone in the room.
The room where the forbidden mirror laid on its own… peaceful and undisturbed… until Tasha and I decided to feed our curiosity.
But I guessed our curiosity would have me killed. My body shivered.
My hopes? Tasha would find help and come to rescue me.
But there was no one in the palace… not even a single soul in the entire estate.
Tasha's dad had left with all the guards for a council meeting, leaving just Tasha and I at home. Alone.
Tasha looked too frightened, I doubt she would return for any reason. She would just hide herself under the covers and pray that I don't get harmed.
As if that would work.
I took one step back as he took one toward me.
Fear was an understatement. I nearly died on the spot.
But somehow I kept alive…stepping backwards as he kept striding towards me at a slow, burning pace.
His piercing gaze kept me from slumbing… the way he walked towards me like he knew I was helpless and didn't need to rush things. The way his feet thudded on the ground like a giant.
The way he towered over me when I finally hit a wall.
My breath hitched.
Mouth opened.
But no words came out.
Only a light gasp.
His big hands on either side of my head, pinning me with no hope to escape. I knew I'd met my end.
But that wasn't his thought.
I could feel the heat of his body, hot breath hitting my forehead like it was going to cook me.
And then I felt something pierce my stomach.
Not a knife. Not claws either.
The mouth wasn't sharp. It felt round, hard and thick.
I looked down at my stomach and my eyes widened.
His cock pressed me like it wanted to feel my intestines.
I gasped… or maybe moaned.
He shifted backward and then pressed it in again.
I moaned louder this time, something familiar growing in my stomach…in my chest… making my pussy clench and wet.
I was supposed to feel fear from the monster in front of me…trying to fuck my stomach…but part of me felt comfortable with it.
I didn't move. Just stood there and let him fuck my stomach, moaning, staring directly at his eyes…the scary white eyes. It was beginning to look rather sexy than scary.
I was also getting scared of my own thoughts.
He took a hand to one of my breast, squeezed it once. Then undid my buttons in a slow steady pace.
My breathing became louder, hanging in my throat as I gasped for air. There was a sweet tinge of relief that coursed through my veins with the way he stared at the flesh of my breasts like he wanted to devour them so badly.
He pulled the breasts of my bra and they spilled out, nipples hard like they were begging to be sucked by those dark ancient lips.
My lips parted instinctively as he leaned lower…directing his face to my boobs.
His breath hit my nipples before his big lips did. Massive and sensational.
I moaned, screamed… as he sucked and squeezed my boobs…squeezing the flesh and biting on my nipple, tongue probing it.
I moaned, lifted a leg and locked it around his waist, my hip instinctively circling on the wall.
He shifted his head backward…just enough for his glistening eyes to meet my horny eyes.
I instantly started craving his lips but he didn't kiss me.
Just let me crave him. Let my body shiver, nearly begging.
He trailed his hands from my cleavage down to my stomach, and let it hover on my waist where the waist band of my shorts held me tightly like it was preventing my pussy from his cock. Preventing his fingers from going down my cunt and shoving itself deep inside my pussy until I open my filthy mouth and beg for his cock.
Then he slid his hand through my shorts and inside my panties.
I gasped.
He smirked after feeling how soaked I was.
Then punished me.
He just felt me, then played with my entrance and that was it.
He took out his hands and stepped backward..
While I just stood there… embarrassed, pussy dripping soaked.
He stepped back until he was just in front of the mirror.
Then his hands… long, clawed, and impossibly dark… pressed against the glassy surface. Ripples shivered outward like water disturbed by a stone. The mirror seemed to breathe with him, inhaling his shape, pulling him backward. His horns were the last to sink into the silvered depths.
I could faintly see his reflection in the mirror.
And then his deep voice.
“Tomorrow,” he said. “Be ready. You and your friend. Do not keep me waiting.”
The words curled around me, sinking deep. Then the mirror went still, nothing but my pale reflection staring back.