Whispers in the Dark

Transcript

The room is cloaked in shadows, the twinkle lights barely pushing back the darkness. You lie there, frozen on your bed, and it feels surreal how real everything seems, even in this dreamlike state. Tonight, your sanctuary has been tainted by an unwelcome intruder.

A presence you can only sense through subtle whispers in your ears, and the occasional shadow flicker at the edge of your vision. Your eyes can only open, your chest rise and fall, and as you try to break free, to move, to shout for help, the truth dawns on you. You are trapped in a state of sleep paralysis, in a partial dream realm where you are utterly at the mercy of this spectral visitor.

It's not the first time you have experienced this strange phenomenon, and each occurrence brings the same chilling presence. Yet tonight, its tone is more ominous, darker, it reveals itself as it begins to speak to you. Whispers carrying fear and dread, as your mind fights the paralysis.

The words start soft, but quickly turn demanding, commanding your full attention, as it realizes something is different tonight. Its voice reverberates in your head, making it hard to believe this is only a dream. Why, hello there, my darling.

You seem to be more scared of me tonight. Now why might that be? Is it that you can feel my touch tonight? My icy finger trailing down your arm, up to the curve of your shoulder.

You trembling, I'm sure, with the fear of these new sensations. Paralyzed, yes, but your awareness of your body is somehow heightened, even as you try to recoil to escape the trickery I'm seeping into your mind. You find yourself curious, don't you? Oh yes, you are.

I can sense it. How is this possible? How is it that you can feel the chill crawling over your skin from my unseen presence? Terror and intrigue wrestle for dominion within you.

Your mind screams at you to keep away. Yet a small, insistent part of you finds me compelling. It tugs at you, urging you to indulge your curiosity even as you remain enslaved in this waking nightmare.

I can hear your breath hitching with the haunting realization of your situation. Does it excite you, this forbidden moment of vulnerability? Does this pleasure you? How delightful.

What is it about me that captivates you so? Is it the dark allure of the unknown? Or perhaps the tantalizing dread of being so completely at my mercy? Helpless, yet inexplicably drawn to the very thing you fear.

With your body bound by slumber and your mind awake, I can do whatever I want to you. The duality of your emotions is intoxicating. Oh darling, I can see that you're not prepared to accept your fate.

But let's see you try and fight me off. Exactly. As my presence looms closer, you can almost feel the soft whisper of my breath against your ear, the faintest trace.

Sense shivers cascading down your spine. You are a prisoner of your own terror, yet a willing captive to the dark curiosity that binds you to me. I'm sure you can feel the deep chill like pins and needles as I start playing with your breast, sending tingles down your entire body.

Your nipples harden with my cool and cruel pinch. I can tell that your body is aching for an entity that you can't even see. I can see it in your eyes.

My torment is causing you the kind of pleasure that's so wrong to want, yet so inexplicably appealing. I can hear your heart thudding in the silence as your mind continues its internal battle between repulsion and a dark excitement. The coldness on your lips can be sensed as I brush them eagerly, as I gently, hungrily, truly kiss this long contours of your neck in another shiver as I nip an ear.

Oh, my poor sweet thing. I can see the desperation in your eyes. I can hear those sweet little gasps as the heat builds between your legs from my slow torment.

I can sense your longing to scream, to curse to the heavens, but your body is so completely under my control and craving my cold touch. Even though you may fight against the surge, I know you're straining to try and arch your back. As my lips find the sensitive skin of your collarbone and my fingers brush along your torso, the sensation is simply intoxicating, isn't it?

A primal pleasure that threatens to consume you, to pull you into the abyss alongside me. Your body yearns for release, for surrender, for the sweet oblivion that lies beyond the edge of this cliff. But even as you struggle against the body that is now betraying you, you know that there is no escape.

You are mine, body and soul, and you will go willingly into the darkness with me. You're in such a vulnerable spot, aren't you? I can almost taste the sweet tension that's slowly building as you grow more and more desperate.

It's as if time has slowed down for us, as we're wrapped up in the forbidden pleasure we share. I will slowly ravish you. I can feel your body trembling, the muscles in your thighs tense, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Your body wants nothing but to squirm, but your inability to move makes it all the more sensitive to every touch. Your tormented body is so tense, as if every nerve ending is on full alert as I trail my way down. I know you want to surrender, to stop fighting, and let me consume you.

Your legs are shaking, your breath is hitched, as I continue to tease you, brushing my fingers closer to the witness gathering between your thighs. But not yet. Every bit of me aches to be closer to you, to consume all that you are, yet I cannot.

I'm a damned spectre, after all. But oh, the vivid images that dance through my mind, the tantalizing thought of you, writhing in a frenzy of desire, your body responding as I slip a single finger inside you. I can almost hear the soft moans of pleasure that would escape your lips.

The sweet sounds of your body melting into my touch. But alas, I cannot allow myself to indulge in such fantasies, for I know that I must remain in control. I cannot risk releasing you from this paralysis, for if I were to do so, I fear that I would lose all sense of self-restraint.

The thought of you writhing in my arms, begging me for more. You'll be wishing for the very same soon. But I'm a demon, bound neither by mortal laws nor by sympathy.

As I become rougher with grabbing your hips and thighs, your breaths that were once steady and calm with slumber have taken on a new rhythm. It's frantic, urgent. Each inhalation comes with a desperation that borders on the edge of despair.

Feeling as though you have been deprived of being touched for an eternity. You want me to fill you up, to plunge my fingers into you, to claim you as my own for an eternal night. So I shall.

Eventually. Your body is completely at my mercy after all, my sweet thing. You look so terrified as your legs begin to spread apart.

The movement, slow and deliberate. All. On.

Their. Own. Truly, your body is a temple.

One I am going to defile, desecrate, and destroy. Though you may try, there's no resistance. It's a fruitless struggle.

Your body is fully mine. I know because I can sense the growing desperation within you, the longing for release. But my dear, I will not grant it to you.

Instead, I will toy with you, string you along, make you wish you could plead for more, beg for my touch. And yet, I will continue to deny you what your body desperately craves. After all, what would happen if someone were to overhear you? To come in and check on you? What would they witness if they cannot see me? The anticipation is killing you, isn't it? You are trapped and snared by my control, and yet you cannot help but to crave more.

You want to scream, to beg, to plead for me to release you from this torment. But even if you could, you dare not. For the fear of being discovered, I can almost taste you on edge, teetering on the brink of madness.

But I will not let you fall. I will keep you hanging, suspended in this state of agony, just beyond the reach of satisfaction until dawn. Beg me? All right, you can't.

You sure are a strong fighter, aren't you though? As I ease a cool finger in, I can hear your attempt at bones. They're all muffled and choked, straining against the paralysis.

You can't hide that dawning realization that this isn't a mere dream. I can see it in your gaze, and it excites me that I am in full control. You are mine for the taking, aren't you? Face it, you are unable to move, unable to see me, but your eyes are somehow begging me for more.

I'll give you more, yes, but not fully what your body wants. I want to explore your mouth, to seek out the taste of submission, permission to savor your surrender as you gasp around my fingers that are slowly beginning to move inside you. See? That's it.

All of that previous defiance has faded, replaced by a desperate desire. You may deny it all you wish, but I can sense what you truly want. You even wish.