Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Succumb to My Story

“Don’t be selfish; it is but a simple thing I ask, woman. Go to his home tonight, lie with him in sin, and pleasure his vile wishes,” he says with a wry smile. “Don’t be like that; I know you want to just as much as he does. Why resist the natural order of what we are?”

“What do you get from this if I do what you ask?”

He laughs. “What makes you think I’ll get anything from this? Can’t I be a nurturing friend?”

“We are not friends, Malika. You want something from him, and you plan to use me to get it. I’m not stupid!”

“I never implied you were stupid; I merely implied you would be a useful pawn.”

“A pawn? So you lied?”

“Lied? I never lied; you just never asked the right question,” he laughs.

“How many more lies have you told me? How many times have I been a pawn in your stupid games?” she yells, slapping him across the face.

He allows a smirk to escape from beneath his moustache. “Every single chance I get, every time, so—” But his words fall short as she drives a knee into his groin, sending him to the ground.

“FUCK YOU, MALIKA!” she screams, running to the door frantically. As she grabs the door’s handle, he begins to laugh loudly, causing her to freeze in terror.

“Did you actually think I’d let you leave so easily?” he hisses into her ear, as sweat runs down her brow.

Her lips tremble, and she swallows a nervous bubble of air, gasping. “What is happening to me?”

“Do you really want me to answer that question?” he asks, lightly stroking her arms with his long, twisted fingernails.

“W-W-Who are you?”

He laughs again. “I am Malika; you know that, dear Roberta.”

“I-I-I know that. I mean, WHAT ARE YOU?”

He laughs once more. “After all these years, after all the gifts you have taken from me, after all the favours given and taken, you ask now. You ask what I am.”

“I-I—I…”

“You never cared before because you always felt safe within my company. But now you don’t. Now you feel you need to know what I am if you are to somehow survive this night, correct?”

“Y-Y-Yes,” she says softly.

“I enjoyed your great-grandmother’s company more than I have any other of your lineage. She asked the question that needed to be asked at our first meeting; she knew what I was. What I did, long before she asked me to do what she wanted done. We worked in harmony, both using the other to meet each one’s ends, and we met ends on so many occasions,” he says with a wicked cackle, licking her ear. “You could do well to learn from that.”

“You lie!”

“We’ve already come to that resolution, but within all lies, there is truth. Because a lie always needs somewhere to start. Now, will you do as I ask? Will you lie down with him and pleasure his sins?”

“I—I—I cannot. I WILL NOT!” she screams.

“Humans, so predictable, all of you,” he says, gripping her by the back of the head and slamming it into the steel door, knocking her unconscious. “But unlike you, I have all the time in the world to wait for you to give yourself to me,” he says with a wry smile.