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The internet was a magnificent invention of humankind. It made everything easier. At the same time, it was accessible to almost anyone and it brought people together.
There were so many things one could find by typing some letters on a browser and with a click of a mouse.
Whether it be cute animal videos you could share with your friends, porn to watch late at night as your fingers slid inside your panties beneath the sheets, or disturbing images of people who had or were taking their last breath. You could find it all on the internet.
Morbid curiosity led you to the furthest parts of the internet like on strange websites where you could find pictures of deformed bodies.
There wasn’t any explanation on why they had been deformed like that but their death cause was all the same, heart failure.
Although you weren’t anything more than a normal citizen, you felt like what you were doing was wrong. Looking at those images and scrolling down to see more of the distorted faces of what used to be people who had a family, a life, and goals that you would never know about should have been enough to make you click away. Yet, you always found yourself logging into your laptop every night to check if there were more.
It wasn’t illegal nor it was hurting anyone. It was just… unethical. Somewhat felt like you were feeling guilty of what happened even though you had nothing to do with any of these people.
Nevertheless, it made you wonder if you would feel the same way if those people were someone you knew. Or if it were you.
Pfft.
As if that would ever happen.
~~~
It was a late night when you were walking the same route to your place with your mind clouded by what to eat once you got home. The streets were rather silent at this time of the night, no cars passed or a single soul was outside, so the only noise was your footsteps that echoed in the empty street.
Although you were only about a full two minutes away from arriving at your place, you suddenly stopped in shock when you saw a dark figure sitting in the dark under the bridge you had to walk through.
Alone at night, standing stiffly in the dark, looking desperately down at your phone screen and then to the man, you considered turning back and walking to the nearest bus station. You could stay at your friend’s place again rather than take your chance to walk past someone who looked like a predator waiting for its prey.
You considered calling one of your friends and being on the phone with them until you arrived home. Decidedly, you called your friend’s phone but they didn’t answer. If it was them calling you, you would answer right away, they knew how you didn’t call anyone without a reason.
While the phone was ringing again, you kept muttering under your breath about how much you were going to yell at them once they answered you but they never picked up.
Your other friend wasn’t in town and you could never call your friend to ask if her brother could escort you to your place again, you only made everyone question your sanity when you asked for favors like that.
You made everyone around you uncomfortable, they think you were out of your mind. Why were you so scared of walking past a possibly homeless man?
This was why most of your friends hated you, this was why they didn’t answer your calls anymore.
Huffing in annoyance and disappointment, you put your phone against your ear to pretend to be on the phone with your father as you started walking again.
The man noticed you, you saw his head moving when the sound of your footsteps alarmed him of your presence, all of his attention was on you now.
You tried ignoring the instincts that told you to turn back and run away.
It was probably just a homeless man.
There was no way that he would try to do anything to you.
You were just overreacting like you always did.
You refused to acknowledge the man’s existence as you increased your speed to pass him as soon as possible and go on with your night like you weren’t already having a panic attack.
The man was doing nothing but watching you intently, he hadn’t moved.
Yeah, you were just overreacting before.
“Yes, I’ll be home soon, dad! I’m walking!” you started basically yelling, hoping that your acting was believable.
Maybe not.
The man got up, blocking your path.
Startled, your hand gripped tighter on your purse and you started yelling to your phone. “Dad! Can you come outside the building and wait for me?! I’m right around the corner once I pass the bridge!”
You were scared to look at the man. As if you didn’t notice him getting up, you ignored his presence and tried to walk around him but he stepped to the side to block your way again.
This time, your lips started trembling in fear, you actually were believing you were talking to your father. “Dad, I’m scared, please come get me!”
“I can see that you’re not on the phone,” a husky voice said. “Your phone screen is lit up.”
You shrieked upon him talking to you. When his hand reached for your face, you jerked away and took a couple of steps back.
“Don’t touch me!” you screamed, your eyes finally meeting his eyes that were sparkling with vicious intent. “I’ll call the police!”
Ignoring your threat, he took a step closer towards you which only made you panic more.
You looked for an exit. To your right was a concrete wall and to your left was the large sewer gate. Running past the man was impossible.
“Stay away from me!” You turned on your heels to make a bolt towards the sewers but the man was faster than you. He grabbed you by your hair and pulled your back flush against his chest.
You started to scream as you struggled in the man’s hold. It was barely midnight, someone would hear your screams for help.
Normally an attacker would chicken out if their victim was struggling and screaming this much but your attacker seemed to not have a care in the world if he would get caught or not.
As he started dragging you towards the sewer gate, you shook your body violently, kicking helplessly in the air and yelling on top of your lungs.
He started shushing you and clapped a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while proceeded to drag you further inside the sewers.
This was the end, wasn’t it?
~~~
On a regular night, Mahito usually read his book to the sounds of the rats or the water splashing sounds in the sewers. The steady and faint noises were enough to lull him to sleep but tonight his peace was disturbed.
A woman was screaming for her life. Something he heard more often than regular since it was usually him who was the cause of their screams. This woman’s screams were echoing in the sewers, being muffled by something as a man’s voice kept shushing.
Out of curiosity, he put his book down and walked to the source of the loud noises.
It took him barely a minute to find you and your attacker. The man had you under him, his chest pressing on your back as he was hastily pulling his pants down.
“Oh, how amusing,” Mahito chuckled, getting closer to watch your face stained with tears.
He crouched right next to your face, humming cutely. “You’re quite adorable,” he said, his hand reached to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Really my type.”
“Help!”
Your sudden yell made Mahito pull his hand back. Whew, you had startled him.
“Nobody will hear you,” the man assured with a breathy laugh, his hand rubbing and guiding his cock between your thighs.
Mahito pouted his lips and tilted his head to the side. “It’s no fun when I’m left out, you know.”
The man was busy pulling your panties to the side.
“Please, please, please don’t!”
“Don’t ignore me,” Mahito furrowed his brows and tapped on the man’s shoulder.
You were still struggling under the man’s weight when he suddenly stopped moving. With a burst of an adrenaline rush, you pushed yourself up from the concrete and threw your attacker tumbling back.
Almost immediately you got up on your feet and swung your purse at the man, hitting him in the face with your eyes closed shut in fear.
The impact made a splash sound as if you had hit something soggy. What? Your eyes hesitantly opened and it took you a long moment to register what you were seeing.
“Wow.” Mahito stood beside you with a smile on his face. “He looks nice like that, don’t you think?”
You dropped your purse.
Your mouth opened to scream but what were you going to gain from it? You closed it back again.
It looked unreal, nothing like the photos you had seen online. You wanted to look away but you couldn’t.
“Heeeeyyyy~” Mahito stood in front of you, waving a hand to your face. “I’m not even gonna get a thanks?”
The man’s disfigured body and face were covered in blood. The sight was enough to cause trauma and make any normal person collapse on their knees, heaving. His body was twisted to the point you couldn’t tell if he was a human or not.
What you were seeing wasn’t human.
You couldn’t tell if it was a human.
Your brain disconnected it from your mind that he used to be a real, living, and breathing person only a couple of seconds ago.
The fact that you couldn’t even process what you were seeing right in front of you made you burst into a peal of hysterical laughter.
Mahito took a step back. “Ah, you’re one of those who goes insane…” He shrugged, watching you lose your sanity was fun too. His eyes landed on the panties which were halfway down on your thighs that you hadn’t even bothered to pull up and then his stare landed on your unevenly hoisted skirt. A grin spread on his face.
Your laughter died down quickly and sobbing replaced it. You couldn’t stop your tears. Your vision was getting blurry from your tears and you tried to revive your brain to think of what to do next.
Could you just leave this man here?
Even though he attacked you with full intention to rape you, it… it was wrong to leave him like this.
He was dead. Disfigured. Not human.
There was nothing you could do. Whatever caused this man to turn into this inhuman thing could have happened to you.
You felt a shiver run down your spine and up your shoulders. As if the cool evening breeze had hands, the chilly air caressed your skin.
A quiet sob left your lips and you lifted your hand to wipe your tears but stopped when something firm pressed on your back.
“You’re definitely my type,” Mahito snickered, pulling his hand back.
With a shriek you jumped forward, whipping your head around to look behind you. There was nothing.
You had to be going insane.
You put a hand against your forehead and looked around the sewers. The most logical thing to do was to leave. This rapist deserved to rot here, you didn’t care. You wouldn’t care. You knew you couldn’t care less.
“Heeey~~ I’m Mahito, your savior.” He poked your nose and you itched where he had touched you. “You should thank me for saving youuuu!”
Once you got home to your bed, you would browse on the websites to stare at disfigured humans like him. This was nothing. You had seen worse on the internet. You didn’t care.
Mahito crouched down to open your purse. He looked around your stuff and tried to find something that had your name on it but it was futile.
You weren’t going to wake up tomorrow and think about its face.
“Hey, what’s your name?” he asked.
No, you weren’t going to remember about this thing the day after tomorrow.
“Hellloooo~~ What’s your name?”
Definitely, you weren’t going to think about this thing whenever you closed your eyes.
“What’s your name?” Mahito put his hand on your shoulder. You reacted to his touch and flinched but didn’t answer him. “Ugh! This is the third time I’m asking, sweetheart.”
You were being paranoid, that was for sure.
It felt like ghostly hands were touching you.
“Let’s see how far we can go before you see me.” Mahito grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you down.
Fear came rushing back and you started screaming. Something you couldn’t see had tackled you on the cold concrete. This wasn’t a figment of your imagination, this was real.
“You know, a friend of mine said that humans can see curses when they’re in a life or death situation.” His large hands massaged your shoulders as he spoke. “I wanna see if we can have fun together even when you can’t see me.”
Your breathing became uneven and you started struggling against the unknown force holding you down.
Mahito moved his hands to your shoulder blades and slid them lower until he grabbed you by your hips. You gasped when he pressed himself against you. “Oh, so you can feel this .” He slowly grinded against you.
Your hands balled up to fists and you pressed your forehead against the cold concrete. There was something on top of you, something firm and thick was pressing on you. You were rocking back and forth with a very familiar feeling of a cock on your ass.
Mahito’s grinding became harder to get a reaction out of you. He pushed his growing clothed erection against your ass to explicitly stimulate the movement of fucking you.
You bit your lips to hold back a moan. You hadn’t gone insane yet, there was something humping you. There was a small moment where you tried to move and crawl away from this entity but your body became frozen when you felt your skirt was getting hiked up.
“You’re so cute~” He pulled his own pants down. “Very pretty.”
The weight on top of you disappeared, taking the opportunity you tried crawling away but your body got flipped around.
Now, you were facing the ceiling of the sewers with nobody in sight yet there were hands fondling your tits.
“Stop,” you whimpered. “Please.”
Mahito smirked, getting his face awfully close to yours. He let his tongue loll out from his mouth and licked your lips.
You let out a startled scream, you tried kicking your invisible attacker but it was useless to even try. You couldn’t fight something you couldn’t see.
“Mm, you taste so sweet,” he whispered. His lips pressed against yours experimentally and bit your bottom lip. You reacted by turning your face to the side.
Boring.
Having had pulled his pants down before, Mahito grabbed his fully erect cock. He stroked it from the base to the pink tip glistening with precum as he relished on your view.
“I really wanna know the name of my cute new doll.” He used a free hand to spread your legs, although you tried fighting back, he quickly outpowered you. He pouted when you didn’t say anything regarding what he had said.
“Please,” you whispered, starting to pray for whoever was listening. Your hand went between your legs to cover yourself but it stopped midway when you felt something firm press and move against your clit. An involuntary moan left your lips.
Mahito chuckled at your reaction and tapped his cock on your clit before dragging the tip between your folds to cover it with your juices. “You’re wet only because of me, right?” he asked, smirking.
Your lips parted as he lined himself up on your entrance. He waited until your tense body relaxed and shoved his cock inside you in one go once he caught you off guard.
You let out another moan but it got muffled by Mahito’s lips. While you were tensing and yelping because of the girth of his cock stretching you out, he was snaking his tongue inside your mouth with dark amusement.
Whether it be because of fear or pleasure, your gummy walls were clenching around his cock. It was more than enough to let Mahito know that he could move now.
Pulling his hips back and face back, he slammed into you abruptly to force a moan out of you. However, you didn’t make a sound. He looked down at you to notice how you were pressing your lips together, refusing to make it fun.
He sighed but didn’t let it ruin the mood. Instead, he frantically started fucking you. His hips surged forward with frenzy, he was whispering praises but you heard none of them.
Your pussy was being forcefully stretched by something thick and firm, you didn’t know exactly what it was but you also knew. You just didn’t want to acknowledge it.
It moved in and out of your pussy, stroking only the right spots and massaging your gummy walls enticingly. Your juices were gushing out of your hole that was being fucked, making disgustingly wet sounds.
One of your hands went to your pussy, unable to fight back the entity, you tried blocking it with your hand from ravishing you.
A sharp thrust of his hips was all it took to make you squirm and fall back on the concrete.
Mahito put a hand on your clit and started rubbing tight circles on your nub as he continued his animalistic pace to hammer into your pussy.
Arching your back, you moaned. Your pussy was spasming around his cock, begging for more.
“At least your body is honest.” Mahito watched you convulse in pleasure with a chuckle. He pushed your legs up to your chest and began pounding deeper in your pussy.
Your eyes rolled up, hands trying to grab onto something to steady yourself but there was nothing on the concrete. This was it, you were close.
“Do you think a cursed spirit and a human can make a baby?” His pace slackened, your clenching walls had caught him by surprise. He chuckled before languidly answering his own question. “Let’s try and see, yeah? Whaddaya say, sweetie?”
You quivered when his cock kissed your cervix. Your mouth gaped open in a silent moan as your orgasm shook you to your core.
“Haha, you look so needy and dumb!” Mahito’s cock twitched inside you, he groaned loudly. He tried holding himself back and stealing a couple more thrusts into your pussy before the fun ended but his thrusts had started becoming shaky. His hips lurched forward one last time, pushing as far as he could to spill his seed deep inside your womb and filled your pussy until it overflowed.
Mahito pulled back and held your hips up to hold his seed inside you without letting another drop go to waste. This was going to be one of his experiments, he decided with a sickening smile on his face.
You were far too exhausted to feel anything other than the warmth that filled your tummy.
The rest… was a blur.
~~~
Although what happened that night was supposed to be traumatic, nowadays; you found yourself feeling a lot safer walking home at night. Whenever someone followed you or someone with malicious intent tried getting near you, there was a guardian angel that stopped them with a small price of you letting it indulge in your slick heat.