Eternity of Horror

13. Osiris

Chapter 13

Osiris

I do another walkthrough of my haunt, checking on all the small scares and props I have set up. When you leave things exposed to the elements, it's always good to do a walk-through and make sure the wind didn't knock anything down or animals didn’t chew through any ropes. I guess I should check on the living props while I'm in here.

All the bodies from my basement have now been placed throughout the walls of my attraction. Living or dead, they all have a part to play in the show that I’ve created for my special guests. The dead bodies have been placed in sets that fit their level of decomposition, with the fresher ones wrapped in fake spider webs in the arachnophobia section, the more dismembered and decayed spread out between the alley, dungeon, and playground. Each time I set up a haunt, my body thrums with the excitement of all the people I have mutilated for the sake of my art. I can’t wait to show off my hard work.

However, despite all my excitement, I find myself torn. Do I keep this a secret from Lilith and follow through with my original plan, or... bring her in? Reveal it all. I have never felt so close to another person, not since I was a child, and there is a growing part of me that really wants to harness that and see where it leads. I know there is always a way out, so one could say, 'What do you have to lose?' But having a way out doesn't mean she can’t fuck things up for me if, for some reason, she freaks out, and this all goes sideways. I don't want that.

Almost as if she could sense me thinking about her, my phone rings. Her name appears on the screen, and I smile at it. My pretty little fucked up princess. I answer as I walk through the exit of my haunt.

"I was just thinking about you," I say with a smile.

"Oh... um… hi. Were you? What were you thinking about, Daddy?" The timidness in her voice and the way she always seems like she's slightly afraid of me, makes my cock hard every single time.

"Wouldn't you like to know? Maybe you can fuck it out of me when you come to my place tonight," I say with a sly tone. We didn't have plans tonight, but I've already figured her out. When she just wants to chat, she texts. When she wants to meet up, she calls.

"I… wait..… to your place? I can come over to your place?" she says in a surprised tone. She's never been to my house before, and for good reason. Until very recently, it’s been filled with either dead or dying bodies. Some were hard to keep alive and quiet. But the house is empty now, freshly cleaned and ready for a visitor.

"Unless you don't want to...." I say in a teasing voice. Of course, I know she wants to.

"No, no, I mean yes, I mean... I would love to come over. Text me the time and address, and I’ll be there. Five minutes early probably, haha. Sorry." I can hear the nerves rattling her chin as she talks. I could beat off to how shy I make this girl, knowing that at any moment, she can turn into the filthiest little slut I have ever met.

"That's a good girl. I'll text it to you now. See you soon, princess." I hang up the phone before she can respond. A little abrasive, I know, but she likes me this way. I know she's sitting there with the phone to her ear, nothing on the other end, soaking the thin fabric of her underwear. I sniff the air, closing my eyes and remembering her scent. So sweet and damp and needy. Time to go get ready.

The sun died hours ago, and the night has swallowed up everything untouched by the moon's reflective glow. I hear my Corpse Queen pull up outside as I finish drying off from my shower. Five minutes early, just like she said. I smile as I patiently dress myself, allowing her nerves to build as she anticipates her entrance to where I rest my head each night. A soft chuckle taps at my chest as I picture her wiping the sweat from her palms down her pant legs, trying to convince herself to relax. I’m going to fucking break her in half tonight.

I stand near the door and wait for her to come to me. A gentle knock that’s almost too soft to make a sound lets me know she's finally on the other side. Grabbing the handle, I rip open the door, surprising her with a jump-scare. The way her scream sounds like it was ripped from her gut faster than her body could expel it and how she lunges back, pulling her hands up to her face, makes my heart very happy. "Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Osiris! I think I just peed a little!" she says, lightly swiping her fingers along the seam that runs up the center of her jeans. She definitely didn't anticipate me hearing that first knock. Scaring is in my blood, and I will take any chance I get to make somebody jump.

"Better not waste any of that golden nectar, princess. I got a fun night planned for us." I birth a wicked smile as I turn, extending my arm out to invite her inside. "Please, come in."

Lilith enters slowly, her head on a swivel as she looks around. The wooden door cries a high-pitched creak as I close it slowly behind us. Even the latch of the door is enough to make her jump again and turn back toward me. I remain still, my back to the door as I maintain the same wicked smile. "So... how long have you lived here?" she asks as she starts looking around again. No doubt taking inventory of the dated furniture, cobwebs, and layers of dust throughout the place.

"Not long. I needed a place and this one was… a steal. It 's a roof over my head and a place to rest my bones. I know it isn't much to look at, but I'm not picky. It serves its purpose. Please, let me show you the rest of the house," I say as I step around her, my hand gently gliding across her lower back. The planks of wood that make up the floor are warped and audibly ache under each footstep.

I began giving her a tour of the place. just a rickety old house in the bowels of the forest that was forgotten about. Every town that rests in the middle of nowhere, off the beaten path, has a couple of properties like this. A place that, even if someone currently resides within, I can claim as my own, by will or by force. This cute little slice of hell still had its residents inside when I arrived. However, they were already dead. I'm not as traditionally educated on decomposition as Lilith, but my best guess is that the elderly couple who owned the place must have died at least a few months prior to me procuring it. Something about them reminded me of what little memory I have of my parents. The couples’ bodies are buried neatly in the backyard, side by side.

We carry on silently through the living room. I turn back to see her stepping toward the mantle of the fireplace, no doubt wanting to have a look at the knick-knacks that adorn it. Everything is old, even older than me. She’s certainly been in enough elderly homes, picking up their dead bodies, to know this isn't my stuff. I focus on her facial features for any signs of confusion or fear, but nothing rises to the surface. She turns back, catching me staring at her, and gives me a gentle smile. I reach out and take her hand. "The previous owners suddenly moved away somewhere; they didn't need to take any of their stuff. So it was all left here. Come now, there’s more to see." I’m technically not lying. When her hand reaches into mine, it fills my stomach with an unfamiliar warmth. What an odd feeling. What does it mean?

We exit the living room and enter the kitchen. I don't know why, but I'm most excited about showing her the basement. I’ve spent time in her workshop and am a little giddy to show her mine. Granted, she has no idea what I do down there or the horrors that those walls have witnessed. Thus, bringing me back to my dilemma. I still don't know what I'm going to do about it. Ignoring my indecision, we walk around the small kitchen table and to the door that leads downstairs.

The stairs are draped in darkness as we stand at the top, peering down. The light is on over my desk, but that's around the corner and can’t be seen. There is no illumination over the pathway down. I look back at her and notice her eyeing the much newer locks I installed along the outside of the door. She turns back to me with the same little smile she gave in the living room. I smirk as I lead the way down the old creaky stairs.

“I like to spend a lot of time down here.” I tell her. “Every once in a while I like to… make things. The energy down here is just… so fitting,” I struggle to get out. I’m not great at being vague without sounding like it's intentional.

“It feels like death down here.” she states very matter-of-factly. I turn to face her as she slowly scans the walls, no doubt noticing each stain and guessing correctly what it actually is. My palms start to lightly dampen with anxiety. Please, princess, I need you to continue that thought process so I know how you feel about it. “... I love it,” she finishes with a smile. I exhale a slow sigh of relief.

“Well, I suppose we both find comfort in death. I think that's what drew me to you,” I say as I reach up and gently grab her chin between my thumb and index finger. “That, and you’re fucking hot.” I smirk as she pulls her face away and hides her blushing cheeks. So cute. I’m so genuinely attracted to this woman. The contrast between her coy innocence and absolute hellish depravity is unmatched. I have never met a woman like her in my life, and I have a feeling I never will again.

I turn and walk to my desk before I let any more emotions fill my insides. “So, I think I have some sketches over here that I’ve made. I like to draw once in a while. Just some fun pictures of torture and mutilation. I think you’ll really like them.” I start sifting through papers when I glance up and notice she's next to a shelf where I keep a lot of my miscellaneous tools. But what her eyes have locked on is my trophy box. Her hand is reaching for it, and I panic.

“Don’t fucking touch that!” I growl out and stomp toward her like a killer about to create another victim. She jumps from the fright and bumps into the shelf, the box shifting near the edge. My hand slams on it just before it teeters off and falls on the ground. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself unless I tell you it's ok to touch something. Have some fucking respect.” I seethe.

Her eyes well up with tears as I watch her teeth clench behind her cheeks. “Fuck you. I was just curious what was in it. You don't have to be so fucking mean,” she says with shaky breath, fighting back her tears.

“Well, you don't have to be so fucking…” Before I can finish, she turns away and starts walking toward the stairs to leave. “Wait. Where are you going? Don’t fucking walk away from me,” I growl. How fucking dare she walk away while I’m speaking to her?

By the time I catch up to her, she has already made her way up into the kitchen. The blood in my veins feels more like molten lava with the rage that's coursing through me. Before I realize what's happening, I reach around the front of her and forcefully grab her by the throat. In one fluid motion, I pick her up off the ground and slam her onto the kitchen table. With my right hand pinning her down, I pull the left back in a closed fist ready to bash those gorgeous eyes into her skull. Her screams are pinched off by the pressure of my grip on her vocal cords. Her eyes cut through me, and I freeze. That look… it…

Silence fills my ears. In a movie, this is the part where all movement is paused mid-action, and we’re sucked into a flashback. The one where I was just a kid, staring at my mother while Father had her pinned down. His fist pulled back, the same as mine, but he didn’t freeze. In the back of my mind I watch my mother’s face get destroyed, punch after punch, with his knuckles changing the design of her beautifully crafted features like it was made out of clay, all in painful slow motion as I hold Lilith down in the very same position. I must have loosened my grip during my mini blackout because the shriek of her voice brings me right back to the moment in front of me.

“OSIRIS, PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!” She fights to get out around my hold. I lower my fist and ease up more on her neck. Fuck .

I lean in slowly, her fight to get me off simmering down as she fixates on my eyes. They are now drenched in a new emotion, like the rage was a balloon filled with regret that the memory of my mother just popped. She saw the shift in me, her struggle coming to a stop as the apology glazes over my glassy eyes. The words won't come out of my mouth, but she can see it, I’m so fucking sorry. There is a brief moment where we just stare into each other’s gaze, taking in this feeling, what just happened, and then, like a flash of lightning, our lips crash together.

I curl my fingers into the neck of her shirt and pull as hard as I can in opposite directions, tearing the fabric like tissue paper. A low growl rumbles from my chest as I pull my lips from hers and admire her young breasts. My hands glide down her peaks and to her tummy as I make my way to her pants, curling my fingers in and yanking them down. The force from my pull slides her near the edge of the table. She throws her arms back, grabbing the edge above her head to keep her from becoming airborne from the momentum. As soon as I get one of her legs free from the confines of her jeans, I spin her body around and grab under her arms, pulling her until her head dangles off the table. Another flashback threatens to invade my brain.

“Argh, NO! Get the fuck out,” I grumble to myself before slamming my palm against the side of my own head. Actively trying to hammer out the memory. I look down and see eyes staring up at me with a hint of confusion. “Open your fucking mouth, Lilith. Daddy needs to fuck your little throat.” I direct my demanding tone down at the naked girl sprawled across my kitchen table. I feverishly withdraw my cock, hardened and dripping from my pants, quickly finding her open mouth that's ready to accept the punishment my hips are about to provide her.

With both of my hands, I grab each of her biceps and pin her in place. I can feel her mouth filling with saliva as I glide myself in and out of her face, each thrust going deeper. The air from her nose tickles my clean-shaven balls each time I bottom out in her throat, forcing her to exhale. My aggression begins to ascend as I fuck her face harder, pulling all the way out to allow her a deep and rejuvenating breath then relentlessly fucking into her again. I force myself into her face deeper, and this time, she doesn't just gag. I hear a splashing sound ahead of me, and it rips my eyes away from the view of her face being fucked. I look up to see her pissing across my table. She’s pushing for me. I throb even harder in her mouth at the sight. I pull back again and then push forward, hitting the same spot, causing another stream of piss to spurt from her cunt. It almost makes me chuckle at this little cause-and-effect experiment. I can smell her urine in the air, and it is making me feral. She moans around my dick as I slam into her throat. Again, a stream of piss squirts out, this time accompanied by a loud fart that vibrates from between her meaty ass and the hard wooden table. I growl so loud her body goes rigid and her moans fall silent, waiting to find out if it was pleasure or anger.

I pull my dick from her mouth and squat down so we are face to face. I smile at the absolute mess that I’ve made of her; spit, tears, and maybe even a little puke provide a thick coating over her delicate skin. I stare into her eyes. “You’re going to do all of that again.” I glance toward her cunt. “But you’re going to do it again while sitting on my face. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy… You want… everything?” she whimpers out.

“Everything. I want all of what you just did, or there will be hell to pay. You can sense how dangerous I am, my Little Corpse Queen. Do not make me prove it to you,” I threaten as I stand up. Like she was weightless, I pull her up and off the table, standing her on her feet. She wobbles as I turn and lie down on my back in the puddle of piss that we created together and wait for her to mount me. It’s her turn to fuck my face.

My tongue takes a lap around my lips as I watch her climb up and swing a knee over me to the other side of my head, facing away. I pull my arms through so they are over her calves, my hands finding her hips and pulling her down with force. She squeaks as her pussy slams down onto my mouth. “Mmm fuck, princess. I can smell how dirty you are… Now it's time to taste it,” I growl against her labia before I begin my assault.

I eat her pussy with a need unlike any I have ever felt. Gliding my tongue from her clit to her asshole, I press hard against it and squeeze her hips. She pushes. My cock throbs with pleasure as she releases a small fart against my tongue for me to lick up. Piss dribbles out of her hole and onto my chin as I shift her so that I can clean that up too. Every time she pushes, it's a race to lick up whatever comes out of her.

Her small hands work together as they pump up and down my cock. “Clean me up, Daddy. Drink my piss and lick my farts like a good boy,” she moans and my dick drips all over her. Holy fucking shit. Normally, I would put her in her fucking place for thinking she could tell me what to do, but for some reason being under her, being her toilet, it’s just perfect.

She pushes harder, a full stream of piss echoing in my hallowed mouth as I catch it. Taking it down in one huge gulp as soon as she finishes and then going back to eating her. Her asshole pushes hard against my nose while my tongue is buried in her cunt. Feeling another small pressure wave of wind from her hole, I lunge my tongue up and taste it. Spreading her tight, my hands gripping her cheeks, I force my tongue deep into her asshole, my moans increasing as my orgasm steadily rises with her unwavering strokes.

I can’t even muster out the words before my cock is erupting. As soon as the first shock of orgasm shoots up my body, I feel my dick being swallowed again. Her nails dig into my thighs and I feel her legs tense and pussy pulsate. My Corpse Queen is cumming with me. Fuck . I push my hips up to gag her on my cum spewing cock, breeding her throat as it forces everything out of her one last time, all over my face. What a filthy fucking slut she can be.

After she’s finished drinking all of my fluids, and I swallow all of hers, she dismounts and curls up against my damp body. A mixture of piss, cum, and sweat coats both of us, but I couldn't care less. I wrap an arm around her and hold her close, kissing the top of her head. This was the most intense sexual act I have ever experienced, and I'm pretty fucking experienced. The connection I feel with this adorable, much younger but just as filthy woman, is one I never thought I would find. Not in this lifetime anyway. I am not someone who deserves this kind of… care. I use that word because I just can’t use the one with an L. Not yet.

“Can I ask you something?” Lilith breaks the silence.

“Sure, princess.”

“What happened… earlier. When I was on the table and you… What I mean is… You kind of went somewhere for a second. I saw you freeze and just… where did you go?” she struggles to get the question out.

I let out a deep sigh. How much do I tell her? At this point I feel comfortable enough to tell her everything. But that doesn't mean it's the smart thing to do. I think for a few seconds. “So.. the short version is when I was a kid, I watched my parents get murdered,” I say as casually as one could say such a statement.

“Oh my god, Osiris… I didn’t… I’m so sorry.” She perks her head up to look at me. I snake my hand up to her head and pull her back down into the cuddle.

“It’s fine. It was a long, long time ago. But. My mother… it happened on a kitchen table while I sat in a chair and just… watched.”

“Jesus Christ… fuck, that's horrendous.” A few moments of silence pass before she speaks again. “And… the person that did it?”

“Father.”

“Wait, your DAD did it?? But.. didn’t you just say…” I interrupt her.

“He wasn’t my father.” My tone is defensive. “That’s what he made me call him after he took me.”

“O… how long did he have you? Where is he now?” I can hear the protectiveness in her voice. Like if I told her he lived around the corner, she would get up, march right over there, and murder his face off right now. So cute.

“Too long. Long enough to mold me into something I otherwise would never have become. But… he’s gone now.”

“Gone?” she asks.

“I killed him. He did a lot of horrible things to a lot of people. For some reason, none of that shit bothered me at all. Trauma, I guess. One day, I came home and saw him mutilating a cat while it was still alive. Giggling while he tortured it. Snapping bones, ripping chunks of fur off with his bare hands. I almost blacked out in rage. For some reason hurting people was just fine, but animals... We all gotta draw the line somewhere, right?” I say with a smirk. This is an amazing aftercare conversation. I’m so glad we’re having this talk.

“Fuck. Yeah, I would have to agree with you there. There’s lots of people I wouldn’t mind watching be brutally murdered. If I can confess something to you… watching people get hurt or killed has always kind of turned me on. I don’t know why... but when I was younger, 18 or 19 I can’t remember exactly, I would watch videos online of people getting murdered and just rub my clit to them. I would edge myself as I watched them take their last breaths. Then, just put on some kind of porn to finish. I guess switching over before I got off always made it feel less… wrong? I don't know. It’s still on the to-do list for me though, to get off while watching someone die.” She looks up at me, catching me staring at her with a smile. “Shit, sorry.. That was weird.. I.. so what did you do when you caught him?”

“Please don't apologize, you adorable little girl.” I kiss the top of her head again and begin petting her back with slow, soft strokes. “Well... Like I said, I killed him. But. If you’re asking how..”

“I am….” She jumps with quick excitement.

I smile again. I think this girl is perfect. “I walked past him like nothing was wrong and went into the kitchen to get a hammer out of a drawer. Then, I walked up behind him and swung the blunt, steel end of that hammer as hard as I could upside his head.” I take a deep breath. “All the rage, resentment, and pain just.. came rushing through, and I...” My voice shakes a little. I have never said this out loud, nevermind told another living soul. She starts caressing my arm in comfort. I swallow hard. “I’d fantasized about how I would kill him for decades. Just, the most brutal, grotesque, and creative ways to inflict the most about of pain and still end his miserable fuckin’ life. But as soon as I saw him twitching on the floor... All my mind could see was red. I kneeled down over his chest and with both fists, I pounded his face into the floor until it completely caved in. I broke almost every one of my knuckles, but I just kept punching and punching. Feeling his flesh tear, his eyes pop, his bones break. Even that wasn’t enough. So I got up and continued. I jumped with both feet up and down on his chest until every rib was broken, until I felt my feet touching the floor underneath him… then I left. Just a wondering, lost, horrible person who honestly is no better than the monster I killed that night.”

Lilith sits up and takes my face in her hands. “You are not that monster. And you are not lost because I found you. And I’m not letting you go, I… I can’t let you go. You matter to me Osiris, and I don’t want you to say another bad word about yourself because I lo….” I put my finger over her lips.

“Lilith… please… don’t. I know… but… don’t. Just hold me,” I tell her before replacing my finger on her lips with my own, kissing her softly before cuddling her back in. We hold each other close, basking in our piss-soaked afterglow. How romantic.