The ants have overtaken my face.
He grasps my jaw.
Doesn’t he see the insects eating me alive?
Something prods my backside.
I can’t breathe.
Can’t move.
None of this is real. It’s just a nightmare.
Sharp, stabbing pain tears through my rectum—
My jaw falls on a cry.
A hard, salty rod jams past my teeth straight to the back of my throat. Grunts coalesce with deranged giggles. A blaze of horrific, unending agony ravages my insides.
I’m.
Dying.
Over and over and over.
“Flip him. I want a turn,” the demon-woman behind the camera demands.
No.
No more.
The shell I’ve become can’t take it.
Laughter.
The world spins.
Air returns to my lungs, saliva and blood from my cracked lips drip out of the corners of my mouth. Jessica hands Marcus the phone. His horns have tripled in size, his eyes pits of tar. Grant resumes, the visceral agony even worse than before.
Someone… save me.
“Get him hard, Jess.”
A small, soft hand grabs me and jerkily tugs.
Bile pools in my mouth.
The tingling travels down.
My body betrays me.
Helpless, dry sobs rattle from my raw throat. Grant finishes in a frenzy of brutality. They don’t even care about my hoarse screams anymore.
Then Jessica straddles my hips.
I’m nothing but a piece of meat shredded by feral wolves. Black and white specs dance in my vision. The ants have chewed through my skin. They feast on my flesh until they reach the bone. The dirt beneath me is now mud, sucking me into the earth.
Swallow me whole.
