The Haunted’s Kiss of Regret and Repentance

I couldn’t speak as he covered my mouth. The monster’s movements were harsh, and his clawed hands were roaming my body with so much force that I was scratched, bleeding, and in pain. I couldn’t think straight because of the pain, but I knew that he was right. I had to control my emotions, for me to be free to move.

I tried to stop myself from screaming, and he noticed it, so he thrusted harder, faster, and deeper, and I screamed again in pain while he laughed. I screamed, but I used my scream to calm myself while I was being violated. I needed to be strong and control my emotions fast, before I lost myself in the darkness of pain and fear completely.

“Trying to control your emotions, huh?” The monster laughed and grabbed my throat as he lifted me up by my throat. I felt like I was about to faint, but seeing his face for the first time made my skin crawl.

The monster had black scales for skin, his pupils were red, and the white that was supposed to surround his eyeballs were black. His face was also covered in scales, but he had human features aside from his horns that were twirled like a ram’s horn, and it was probably a foot long, each.

The monster looked like a demonic version of Rian, and he had slime covering his chest and neck. He smelled like sulfur, and my skin crawled as I looked down and saw that his legs were also scales, as well as the rest of his body, and he was covered with more slime.

“Do you like what you see, my love?” The monster asked sarcastically as I struggled to breathe. HIs grip was tightening, as he lifted me with his left hand, and he used his right hand to touch and poke my body that was now raised in the air like a rag doll.

“Beg for your life, my lovely Shyne. I want to hear you beg…” He threw me on the bed again, and this time, he transformed back to Rian, except his eyes were the same red and black.

“Beg me for your life, my love. On your knees, please…” Rian said in a teasing tone.

I was shaking, bleeding, and my bones felt like it was broken from all his limitations, but I managed to kneel on the bed. Rian, the monster version of him, stood in front of me and waited for me to move.

“I-I want to get out of here. I-I w-want to live…” My voice trembled, and I closed my eyes as I tried to calm myself down. “… I beg of you, I want to live, Lord Jesus, help me, Please!”

I screamed the words, and the monster slapped me hard on my face. I screamed my prayer over and over again as he forced himself on me again. He slapped me, hit me, and tried to choke me, but as I screamed my prayer, he screamed as well.

“Wake up!” the monster screamed as his thrust became sloppy, “Shyne! Wake up!”

I opened my eyes to see that Izzy was shaking me with tears in her eyes.

“Thank God!” Izzy pulled me into a hug as I felt my throat dry up like the desert, but I felt the wetness that was on my face. I couldn’t speak, but my tears fell again, and I felt Izzy shake as well.

“I thought I would never wake you up again!” Izzy said as she let go of me and wiped my tears away.

“Shyne, I had a dream, and there was this guy that told me to wake up because you needed help. I-I tried to enter, but I suddenly felt fear, and I couldn’t go inside of your room. It was like something was inside here, and it didn’t want me to go in.”

“Y-you dreamed that I was in danger?” She nodded.

We stayed in my room for more than an hour, and I told her about my dream. I told her every detail as I cried and rocked myself back and forth. I saw shadows attempting to come near us while I was speaking, but I decided that what I experienced in my dreams was worse than those shadows.

“Shyne, sis, we really need to go home and get you to the church, asap. This is no longer a simple curse from your crazy ex. You really need to go to the pastor and have her pray for you or something.”

“But, you said mom goes there with you and Alister. They could tell mom and dad. I mean, mom and I’s relationship is getting better, but not that much better. We’re still in the awkward stage, and something like this could bring us back to square one and stop talking again.”

Izzy sighed and rubbed her temple. She does this whenever she wants to hit something or someone, but she’s trying to control herself. That, or she’s thinking hard for another solution, so I’d shut up.

“Alright then, let’s get you back home, we go straight to the church and tell them to avoid mentioning it to mom. The people there are nice, so I know that, since you’re the social butterfly between the three of us, you’ll like them.”

I thought about it for a few more seconds and nodded when I realized I really had no choice. I was saved when I tried to sincerely pray and call to God, so it must mean something. I may not have as much faith as my friends, but at least I know this monster believes in God more than me, so he is affected by it.

After I finished whatever I needed to do in school, Izzy and I rode with Alister back home, and the two of us met with the people inside of the church. I told them about my situation, and I could see the genuine sympathy in their eyes.

“You know, Shyne…” said one of the leaders of the young people’s ministry in the church. “I experienced the same thing, but under different circumstances. You can get out of that monster’s grip, but you need to repent first.”

I opened up to five of them a bit, including the pastor, Malina. After my story, I received a prayer from the elders of the church, and for the first time in my life, I genuinely cried my heart out, and yet I felt comfortable as I cried.

“Shyne, this is a difficult road that you’re on,” said pastor Malina, “however, there have been a lot of people like you who took it and came out alive and well, because the Lord was with them. It may seem vague or weird to you, but there is no way of proving it aside from you trying to experience it. Just give faith a try. This time, do it for real.”

I prayed that night, asked for forgiveness, asked for the blood of Jesus to cover the entire room, and asked for protection as I slept. I didn’t have nightmares, but she could still feel the shadows around me a bit.

I made it a routine to pray and read at least one verse a day to practice the faith they said. I was amazed that it was working, and most of the time, the shadows were just in the corners of my eye, and sometimes they’re not even visible, I could just feel them, except during church when I’m lost in praying and worshiping.

“So, you’re trying to go to God and forget that you’re the reason my cousin hanged himself, bitch?” A woman’s voice spoke beside me while I was looking at a pair of earrings in the mall.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.