《Magus Of Darkness》Chapter 59: Terror
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Illyan didn’t know how many days, months or even years had passed with her being held hostage in Adrius’ room. But she knew that right now death seems very good to her.
The guilt she feels is eating her alive every day, the guilt of knowing that she was the reason Mark got flayed. And she was the reason the other two were experiment material for Croft. And that was the consequences of her own stupidity, of her own fantasy, fantasy that she was the hero that was promised to save the world from evil.
She was on the brink of losing it all, especially with what Adrius was doing in the last days. The psychological torture he is practicing on her was absolutely horrible. He didn’t touch her, not once, she knew he didn’t do it because she has a very strong family backing her. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t torture her, he tortured her psychologically every day he was taunting her about her failure. Taunting her about the death of her accomplices.
And she felt every day like shit because of the guilt she felt for everyone that was with her. She was the reason they were dead. Or probably being tortured to death. At least she felt good for Mark because he died the moment he was wholly diskind, because she knew that if he was alive right now he would be tortured more and maybe even healed and then flayed again.
She was currently sitting in the room inside of Adrius’ room. It was a small room that was used for storage. But it was cleaned and now it had a bed and a dresser in it.
The sound of a door being opened pulled her out of her mind.
It was time!
It was the time he taunted her, she tried everything to make him stop. She even stripped for him and told him that he can do whatever he wants with her. And the only response she got was a sickening laugh. He then walked to her and stopped in front of her. He grabbed her breast in his hand and said: “ I don’t need your permission to do what I want with you. I can fuck you right now on the spot and you could do nothing about it. So don’t forget that, after all you are a mortal now aren’t you?”
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That night she vomited over and over, the sensation of his hand on her breast was still there. And she didn’t like it, his hands were cold like a dead person. And when he touched her earlier she felt shivers all over her body.
The opening of her door woke her up from her thinking. There was no one at the door so she knew she had to get out and see him out there.
Stepping out into the living room she saw him and her legs got soft. He was standing watching her, but the thing that made her so afraid was what she wore. He was wearing skin! She looked at the face but she already knew who it was before she even looked. There she saw the face of Mark. He was wearing Mark’s skin.
Adrius spoke like he didn’t see the look of pure fear and guilt on her face: “So your thoughts? I really wanted to make a skin suit one day and it was a gift from the universe when your friend came. I like it, I think you should try it on” he said the last thing with a smile that made her bones shudder.
She shook her head while tears started to pour from her eyes: “ No Master, please don’t make me wear this please.”
“Well I can do that, but you should hear the other option first. You can wear this or I will fuck you while wearing this. Your choice”
Illyan’s was on the brink of collapsing. She either wears the skin of her friend or gets fucked by the monster wearing the skin of her friend.
Thinking back to when he touched her breast and the feeling of his cold hand made her shiver: “ I will wear the skin” she said in an almost whisper.
“Excellent, now all you have to do is strip and I’ll take off the skin. But first turn around and strip. I’m not wearing my mask and if you see my face you won’t like the outcome of it. Let’s just say the last person to see my face without my permission was -2 eyes when he got out.”
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Illyan turned immediately and started to strip, tears were falling from her face freely. It was her fault, it was her fault that Mark became this thing. It was her fault that she was here stripping in front of a person willingly and was too afraid to even think of escaping.
After stripping and waiting for the order she waited for one minute and then she heard his order: “Okay, you can turn back now”
She turned and saw him again. He was wearing his usual black robe and his white skull mask and he was holding the suits in his hands. He walked towards her and commanded her to open her arms and she did as she was told. He then started to open the suit from the back and first she wore it in the arms and then the head was put on her head and then she entered the feet and he got to her back and started to zip it with the zipper from the back. The inside was weird, it felt like skin but not like skin. She couldn’t tell what it was but the smell was another thing. It smells like death, like fear, it didn’t smell of course because he has cleaned it but the metaphorical smell. She could feel the fear, the pain. After she opened her eyes she looked at her suit and a shiver ran down her spine. She was wearing human skin, she was wearing human skin!
Then the world turned black around her and she lost all of the feeling in her body.
“ Is this it? Is this the time I die? Please let me die please. I don’t want to live anymore. I don’t want to wake up to that monster again please”
She screamed into the darkness that covered her and everything in this place.
“Please! I want to die, please kill me!” She continued to scream with tears on her face.
Her eyes caught a light a distance from her, it was it. Salvation!
She ran the hardest she could, when she arrived at the light she saw it was a person with his back to her.
“Are you Death?” She asked with hope in her heart.
The person answered her question: “You could say that, people usually don’t call me that, they call me the devil, the black eyed demon and much more” he said with a chuckle while turning.
With that answer her hope was crushed, the black eyed demon is the nickname for Adrius Caseo. And when that light person turned she saw it, she saw the damn white skull mask again.
“No, no no no no!!! LET ME DIE PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME DIE. I’M SORRY” she screamed like a crazy person while pulling her hair.
The light that was Adrius chuckled: “ Oh, sweetheart you saw nothing. I haven’t touched you yet and you are like this. I’m very intrigued to see what will happen to you when I start following my plans?”
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