Emily

Emily was a cute woman. She was what some would call a Cybergoth or something stupid like that. She had straight black hair and piercing blue eyes. She always wore pleather pants and that was it. Sometimes wore a biker style pleather jacket too, but not at home. She loved how her perky breasts would stick out and loved the attention she got from them. She never wore panties either and she often would show her pussy to people. She had at one time twelve piercings on her pussy lips and would wear a zipper on the rings. She loved the YKK on the zipper handle. It was of course only for show. She found out that the hard way one time while getting fingered in a dark corner in a club. A stream of blood ran down her legs as she made a hasty retreat home that night. So it is fair to say she was not shy and to be honest, words like, “slut” or “whore” would describe her best. She loved how she would have very prominent businessmen take her out to the world’s best places and all she had to do was suck on their limp cocks.
Being a “Cybergoth”, and I use the term the same way a crocked priest welcomes virgin Nuns to his church, Emily was into all kinds of trendy shit. She loved the occult and was probably the last person I know to still be scared of the Devil. She would go on for hours about how she saw him as a child.
Before I go on with the story I feel I have to tell you what she told us about Satan.
“When I was six I was awakened from my sleep by the sound of a man beating my mother to death. She was not a whore. She was too stupid to make money off what she gave every drunken bum for free. I walked into her room and the man was standing there naked and was driving her head into the wall. Her eyes were rolled back and her body was limp. I screamed and the man grabbed me. He smashed my head against the wall and I dropped to the floor unconscious. When I opened my eyes a moment later I saw the Devil holding him up against the ceiling and was plucking organs from the front of him. Blood and bits of flesh were falling from his body. Then the Devil turned and stared into my eyes. He spoke to me, “I will come for you when you are ready. You are destined to be mine.” I awoke again in an ambulance and our house was burned to ashes.”
I never believed her story but listened to it. I loved Emily and I did not mind that she turned tricks. I would special order a super soap from the pharmacy. She was always clean for me and she never charged me when we fucked. I think the main reason I love her so is her obvious lunacy. I am barely able to keep my sanity in this world and knowing she is a bit crazier than me, well that helps my heart.
I sure am writing off the cuff here, like I am right there telling it to you. Can you feel me? Opps sorry, touching the reader is evil. Wooo
So, I am sure that you are wondering when I will get back to Emily. I met her when we were still in school. She was normal then. Dressed normal too. She had a boyfriend named Jake. He was your typical mixed up artist type. Sissy pants, but she loved him. They would actually do homework when lying on her bed afterschool. One time, on a typical night before Halloween, Emily and Jake decided to try a séance together. They got the candles and some pentagram trinkets before they headed for the towns graveyard. They lived in a small mountain community and the graveyard was again typical. It had large stone walls and a wrought iron gate that even squeaked. Scared aren’t ya.
Emily laid out a blanket over a grave. They picked the grave by the spookiest tombstone. This one read, “Schwarzes Loch” and Jake knew what it said, which was, “Black Hole” and that’s it. He had seen this grave before. A few years before, when his Grandmother died they were in the graveyard. Jake was young and curious so he went off to explore. He ended up reading tombstones. So many men in a row had died on the same day, October 31 1949. At the end of the row was one that only said “Schwarzes Loch”. As he drove home with his parents he wanted to remember what the markings said. He kept saying it in his head and finally said it out loud. His father slammed on the brakes and turned towards his son. “What did you fucking say?” Then he began slapping Jake. “You better forget this. If you dwell on it you will surely die.” He slapped his head again. Jakes mother screamed and the father started punching her in the face. She got out of the car, grabbed Jake and ran back across the graveyard towards the gate. Jake was sure he saw the Devil standing on the grave as they ran by. His hands were out and he waved to Jake. Jake’s mother pulled out on to the street. Jakes father drove directly at his family. The car spun its tires and tragically, struck Jake and his mother, sending them both flying into the air. Jakes mother was dead but Jake somehow landed in a family’s front yard. They came outside to tend to the incident and Jakes father took off. He was later killed in a crash trying to escape from the Police.
Emily sat on the blanket and lit the candles. Jake arranged the Evil trinkets and bat across form Emily. He leaned against the tombstone and ran his fingers along its words. Then Emily grabbed his jacket, pulled him close, and kissed him. “I love you.” She said as they made out a bit. Then looking all serious she took Jakes hands and started to speak in a haunting voice, “Spirit here. Spirit now. Spirit come. Spirits know that it is I who wants to become.” Jakes eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw an orange glow surround the grave. He looked up and it looked like the stars were melting and running down the edge of the horizon. He looked at Emily whose eyes were shining blue. He could feel everything around him slip away. Then a Demon landed beside them and placed his hands on their heads. Holding firmly he took off up into the melting night. They both fainted from the pressure of the Demon’s hands.
When Emily awoke she saw the Demon eating something. It was Jake, or course, and the Demon was almost finished. He actually was trying to be considerate and have him all gone before she woke up. Emily screamed and the Demon grabbed her. “Shut up.” He said. “Don’t you know that I am trying to fucking save you? If the Devil knows that I plucked you before him. We will both experience a hell like no other. So shut up.” Sobbing she replied to the Demon, “Fuck you.” Then she took a knife and jabbed herself in the neck.
When Emily awoke Jake was sitting on the edge of her bed. He was not just sitting, but had a hand under the covers and was gently caressing her pussy. She laid there and pretended to be sleeping. His fingers would start at the top and as they slid down would open her lips and push firmly against her. She could hold back the moans no longer and startled him when she did. “Hey. I was hoping that would wake you up. You tripped out at the graveyard. Started yelling, “No” a lot then blacked out. I carried you home and undressed you for bed. I have been sitting here with a hard on for like an hour.” He stripped off his clothes and crawled under the covers. As she made love to him she felt so weird. Like she was someone else and began to panic. She did not even recognize Jake, yet his hard dick was inside of her. Just when she was ready to push him off he finished anyways. She felt dirty and ran to the shower. He banged on the door. When she opened it she looked different and her eyes were glowing again. She lunged at Jake and tore at his throat. She ate handfuls of his flesh as his life was stolen. They sent her away the next morning. Then five years later I was also sent here. We found each other on the first day. Good thing too. After the trial, I was about as dark as I could get. One year later she was released and we kept in touch. She got a life together and I had endless therapy. The doctors were terrified of me. I loved that. On a Halloween night my sweet Emily walked into the Hospital with two hand guns and a shot gun. She was going to save me. She walked in the front door. No one was there. She walked down the hall to my cell. Again no one. She picked the lock and freed me. No one anywhere. We walked out without firing a shot or even noticed and drove away.
That night we made love for hours and took so much heroin. Over the next months we became the typical addicted outlaws and before long I became the recluse I am now and her the whore. It’s Halloween in a week.
I let Emily in and she heads straight for the shower. I take her the soap as always. I open the door and there in the shower with her is the Devil. He strikes me across the head. When I wake up she is nothing more than a pile of bones. It looked like he ate her and even chewed all the flesh from her bones. They were clean and white. The next morning the cops raided my place and brought me back here. At least I can tell my tale thanks to their old piece of shit P.C.
What I did not know is not only was the Devil in my apartment but the dark Demon also. He collected Emily’s soul. What I still can’t understand is why they let me live. Am I not wanted?