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"I'm still in the hole."
How could Ze not realize he was still in the hole? Regect had been a hell of a lot more tolerable. More tame. Very much not Regect.
And Moe? She sounded like a squeaky car horn towards the end of her run. Moe would never let her horn get so - damaged? If that was the right term.
Ze turns around, the mask of what seemed to be an illusion broke the longer his eyes focused. Instead of being outside, gun facing Regect-- his arms laid slack as an eerie silence washed over him. The pit had this unique, eerie quiet to it that bade you feel 10x more alone than you actually were.
The torches were dimmer than normal as well. The black or, greyscaled walls reflected the shine of the torches, making small puddles of orange light around the tops of the walls, but left a lot of dark space towards the bottoms of the hall and increasing in darkness the further you go.
Ze slowly peers up, harshly gripping his gun with a grit of his teeth.
"You're.. more aware than the last, or maybe.. more paranoid."
The voice is low. Not raspy, some other cruel verb could describe it. Like whispering in your ear, but not quite a whisper, more of silent yelling. Or silent muttering? The words teetered on being ineligible.
His own oath of silence spoke volumes.
"By all means, you may go back up there. I'm sure they were looking for you before.. I'm not too sure if anything is awaiting you anymore however."
Everything in Ze screamed at him to move. His adrenaline pumped through his ears, hands quivering as this voice eggs him on. He doesn't have to look up or even look down this darker abyss to know about the eyes staring at him.
Yet, he does not move.
"Are you waiting for a formal invitation?"
Ze now isn't afraid. Puzzled? Maybe. He's upset. Reasonably so, an entire week under some veil of a fake reality. His friends had no clue where he went. Left, out of the blue.
Reasonably so, he was mad. That reality felt like home, and he hated every second of that. The inclusions, the way he finally felt normal after all of this entity bullshit.
Only to find out it was all caused by the same fucking entity.
"Do you think this was funny?" Ze stares directly at the eyes, which watch him with a sort of hunger he can't put his finger on.
"I don't quite understand what you're implying here Ze."
"All of this time. Having me under some fake trance? All for fucking what?"
His tone couldn't hold back his anger. His resentment. His hate.
The eyes just stared at him. They stared long and most likely meaninglessly.
His mouth opens to speak, to complain, to rant again-- but he's caught off guard by the scene infront of him.
Unraveling, the eyes weren't there. A disturbing, stretching- squelching sound was audible, as if someone were trying to do crappy ASMR with a dried out water slime. Odd comparison, but pretty much exactly what it sounded like.
Physically, stood something else before him. A taller entity, about Moe's height if not slightly taller, towering slightly over his figure.
All black, besides for two unfortunately familiar eyes beaming down a t him, never leaving their gaze of Ze despite the scenario.
Somehow, staring at the entity made it look like there were nothing but darkness emitting the figure.
"..What is this?" Ze has to ask. He'd be lying to himself if he said he weren't surprised that his literal tormentor was an entity with a physical form outside of a wall of a dark pit.
"Figured you would prefer to talk things out with someone your own form." The airy figure didn't smile, but Ze could tell one was there.
"I'm-"
"I know everything you want Ze." The eyes tilt their head, distending an arm to gesture with.
"Under that veil, I managed to survey you. You're a very.. interesting individual. I know your wants, and I know your needs."
"That seems like you know a little too fucking much." His gun stays clutched to his arms. He wasn't stupid. God no he wasn't going to be stupid and let go of the only weapon he had.
The entity still senses their tension. It leans down, meeting him eye to eye. "I know everything in that head of yours Ze."
An arm grabs the gun, startling him. Another embraced his back-- two very different mixed signals.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He snips, trying his best to lean out of this- things, grip.
"I know your thoughts, I know your feelings Ze,"
"I know exactly what your body is thinking too."
What his body was thinking? Was this thing fucking nuts?
"What is this all-knowing bullshit you're trying to convince me of--?" Ze's voice sounds more vulnerable than he'd hoped. Admittedly, the Eyes had been becoming more handsy this entire interaction. Ze was practically letting it happen.
His voice became lost in his head again as the gun was pushed out of his hands, instead, two arms firmly held him in what felt like an embrace.
No-- too rough for an embrace. Too possessive to be a hug.
Something, from the Eyes, moves his head to meet the uncanny view of the entity.
"Adorable. You fight back so little when you're held correctly."
"Shut the fuck up, I could--"
"You wont do anything, Ze." It echoes. "You want this. I've read your thoughts five times over. You're enjoying being toyed like this. Quite malicious of you to not leave, to not rejoin your friends because of this."
Ze can't meet his gaze anymore, but his jaw is clenched manually. "You don't like the truth, yet seek it from me? Pathetic."
"I'm not pathetic, asshol--"
That sensation washes over him.
It's sudden, fierce and compelling. An odd warmth fills his mouth, making him untense like some sort of relaxant. His body yearns to go limp, instead, it leans forward for him, disregarding whatever he'd been feeling texture wise.
Ze has to snap himself out of it. He pulls back, gasping, thick black strings of-- some sort of substance trickle from his face, tangled in the front of his hair, back to the entity.
He'd just been kissed. By that Thing.
Worse of all? God. It felt amazing.
"Was- that your- tongue- or- something?"
"Find out for yourself Ze. Or don't. I know either way what you'll do. You are pathetic."
It's arms, hands snake over him like a predator marking its prey. The eyes linger over him, lustful as it leans in, disregarding its previous statement as the entity is the one to kiss Ze. Again and again, until the boy is limp in its grasp.
It hand mangled at Ze's sides, kissing him furiously, barely letting the player breathe. Thinner strings connected what seemed to be its mouth to Ze's, and, strangely enough, it's tongue was the most normal thing about the random kisses.
"Look at you. Letting me overpower you, for your own benefit.." It's voice grows deeper. "You just want to be put in your place."
Ze wants to protest, but his head is light as he's kissed again. Maybe a few more times. He looses count, but still makes an effort to kiss back.
The entity seems to help his stardazed state, allowing Ze to wrap his arms around it, as it continues to basically dumbify Ze through sloppy makeout sessions.
He couldn't get a good look at its anatomy in the dark. All he knew was that a hand was keeping Ze's arms wrapped around it, another two held him up by his ass, and one was forcing his chin up to take what felt like its tongue. And he thought Regect's anatomy was weird.
"Mh..~" Ze whimpers, trying to avoid his obvious arousal as hes continued to be shamelessly dominated by this thing.
It pulls its tongue out again, streaking black liquid scarily close to his neck. "Now you're barely thinking. Truly, I didn't take in the sights when I can. Maybe I can seek your anatomy out."
"..Are you asking to-"
"Not asking. I already know you'd like me to fuck you Ze."
His face flushes redder than it did before. "You don't- fucking know that--"
"You've made out with me for ten minutes. Your boner is also pressing against my stomach."
"Do you ever shut up??"
"No. But you do, and it's so pathetic its cute."
Ze gasps as he feels yanks at his pants, at his clothes in general- When, or if they are removed, there's no breeze besides a bare feeling to realize he was being stripped.
Instead of protesting, he shifts, making it easier for the same stupid entity he'd hated its guts for not even an hour ago.
Maybe being pathetic wasn't so bad.
Something had formed between his legs, and for once it wasn't his ego. the entity had peered down, and was attempting to copy his gentilia.
"You've been stalking me for how long, and you still don't know how to make a dick? I think that's pathetic."
"If you want to be pleasured, and broken, I need to ensure I am doing this correctly." It responds too casual to be robotic, but too normal to be human.
Eventually, it seems to give up, settling on some sort of tentacle shape as it slithers disgustingly against Ze's thigh, again staining the skin darker from whatever fluid this thing was coated in.
"You truly are bitch worthy." It mocks. Ze goes again to complain, but he never gets the chance to speak. Instead, he's roughly impaled by the length, given barely any reaction time as it hugs him closer, tighter- constricting like a snake.
It's thrusts, movements are all correlated. He whimpers and whines, undone so easily, looking so disorganized compared to the entity.
"It-s- so much bigger- than I thought-" Ze gasps as the figure continues to whisper in his ear;
"So pathetic, Ze. Such an angry soul until someones dick is writhing inside of you."
He moans. Did he actually just moan from that alone? Possibly a thrust too, but- primarily that.
"You like being another entities bitch. So quick to speak into words that you hate me, oh, but you don't." It seems to mimic rougher thrusts, picking up his pace as Ze was a mess of moans and whines.
Full-on whining. He'd hoped the hole didn't echo, just the wet popping sounds from the intercourse alone felt louder than a scream. Speaking of loud, or speaking of screams-
Ze was barely able to form words. He was consistenly being degraded; The entity worded it as he'd been too bitchy, being put in his place. It was lovely.
His world felt less heavy, he felt lighter than a feather. His arms still were unable to be used, he was lifted off of his feet at some point, and whatever was thrashing inside of him was sending him straight to cloud nine.
The entity continued to toy with his mind, his thoughts, spinning them around on Ze until he was a panting, breathless mess. considering his state-- it didn't take much. Still felt incredible, however-- even the Eyes were feeling quite the detail of emotions from their sexual encounter.
Ze's orgasm comes in waves. His dick squeezes his load hard out into the abyss, to which the Eyes pried his legs open, shoving itself fairly deep inside of him, mangling the players ass a lot worse than before.
Ze coughs out a disgruntled moan, shaking, quivering as his darkened drool spills from the corners of his lips, meeting with hot tears that must've formed while he wasn't exactly all there in the head.
Warmth floods his guts, despite feeling like all of his organs had been rearranged to make room for the intruder. This warmth felt nice, welcoming, strangely addictive. His hips shimmied slightly back, ensuring the seed had nowhere else to escape to besides his insides.
"See how easy that was?" The entity grabs at Ze possessively. "You are my bitch. You have been since I started my view on you."
Ze continues to huff breath out to whatever would listen. His eyes, droopy yet lustful spoke a whole different story.
"I don't think I-" Ze continues to breathe heavily, motioning with his head to his slightly bloated gut. "I don't think I'm your bitch yet."
The entity looks a bit confused, then it has its realization as this time, it picks up on his tone. "You slut."
The house is bare when Ze comes back. Admittedly, he couldn't pay as much attention to his surroundings as he'd pleased.
He had a massive migraine, and his legs threatened to give up under him like he'd ran a marathon, hit his tailbone, and twisted both of his ankles at once. Wasn't a very.. fun experience to say the least.
He quickly sits down, exhaling sharply as the place still looks like they were here recently. Some of Regects cooking was visible from where he was sat, Moe had put up picture-graphs of nearby areas, written with red marker, "Z's last whereabouts".
He'd have a lot more to explain than just the new hickeys after all.