Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

He looked at the shard of glass in his hand and tightened his grip. A hiss escapes his lips, followed by a sea of saliva. His eyes pulsated, growing wider with each second as the glass carved its way through the flesh. A warmth washes over his hand, followed quickly by a fresh bolt of pain that seemed almost not to be his. He smiles wryly and looks up into her wide petrified eyes with the glee of a child who had just tasted sugar for the first time.

“D-Don’t look so scared, Fiona. It’s what you always wanted, isn’t it?” He groans with an almost sexualised flick of the tongue.

“I-I-I, I never wanted t-this,” she stammers, her once perfect face now flush red, bruised, broken and distorted.

He allows a half-choked laugh escape his grasp, then blinks erratically as he sucks a breath back, before squeezing the glass tighter. “YOU LIE!” he spits, as he thrusts himself to his feet, and strikes her with the back of his hand, knocking her to the ground into a naked heap. “YOU LIE!” he repeats, as he stands above her, staring down for several silent moments while a sneer cuts across his lip and burns deep into his face.

She pulls herself up from the floor and wipes a stream of red that runs from the corner of her mouth with her bony, pale white arm. “You are such a FUCKING MAN, aren’t you?” she scoffs as her face twists and she awkwardly gets to her feet like some poorly animated cartoon character.

His eyes widen once more, and for a moment he takes a nervous step back. “I-I-I, I don’t understand w-w-what is h-h-happening?”

“Of course, you DON’T!” she scoffs with a cry. “You’re a MAN, and MEN think MANLY things about MANLY stuff. Not anything more. Not anything less.” She purrs with a wide toothy smile, and saunters over to him with a swing of the hip, and a slide of the leg, graceful like a ballerina, yet awkward like a newborn giraffe, all legs.

Before he can take in her nonsensical statement she is pressing her slimy cold flesh up against him.

“I-I-I, I,” he stammers as she thrust him up against the wall, pinning him by his arms.

“Y-Y-You WHAT?” she spits as she pulls her head back, elongating her neck as she does, his eyes widen in terror as the fat and muscles beneath her flesh are sucked away, and her now dull grey skin tightly clutches her now bony frame, and her eyes fall back into their sockets while her unkempt wispy hair dangles eerily over her face. He screams in terror and struggles to free himself from her inhuman grasp, but no matter how hard he tries, he cannot overcome Fiona’s strength. She digs her feet into the wall behind him, and pulls her arse back, proudly displaying her pulsating vagina.

“W-W-WHAT ARE YOU?” he bellows.

She smiles a haggard smile, and draws herself back like an animal ready to strike. “I’m just a girl in this world, trying to survive.” she purrs as rows of teeth grind together as she thrusts herself upon him, and he screams in bloody agony.

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