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Wash Away My Sins	By : horrorgal Category: +A through F > Amnesia: The Dark Descent Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11
It was a cold so deep he could feel it in his bones. He was naked, blind and alone in this vast darkness that went on forever. His body continued to move forward on it's own accord, the movement a sensation of floating rather than walking. He wanted to cry out for help, but he was terrified something unfriendly would answer his call in this horrific void.
He couldn't remember how he got to this place, or even how long he had been here. Time did not seem to exist, yet it also felt like an eternity. Maybe Hell had finally claimed his soul for his atrocities in life. So many tortured, so many dead because of his involvement with Alexander in that retched place, Brennenburg. He wanted to sob, but even that was denied him.
The pitch black was suffocating, pressing and coiling like a cold serpent. This place; this black purgatory was his final destination after a cruel existence. It's what he deserved for causing so much suffering. What had it all been for? So he could keep living on pointlessly? It all seemed like a sick joke now as he got pulled along endlessly.
He missed John. The frigid black void was nothing compared to the deep loneliness he now felt running through his weary mind. Did he even have a mind and body anymore, or was he just another pitiful soul being tossed along waves of despair? He was afraid to be alone here in this ocean of nothingness. Why must darkness always be his punishment?
Daniel whimpered weakly, rasping when something slithered around his foot and up his calf. He tried to fathom what was happening, fighting the urge to panic. It took him moments to come to the painful conclusion that he was in the clutches of the shadow. He remembered now. Trying to run, but getting caught in it's trap all came back to him with violent clarity.
He found his voice at last and yelled when the slimy presence continued up his leg and yanked him downward to his knees. Utter helplessness invaded his psyche as he was roughly forced to a cold and unforgiving surface that he could not even see. He was blind and snared, the slimy sensation moving over his other leg and then around his wrists, forcing him to stay pinned on his hands and knees.
"What do you want of me?!" he screamed, but it only seemed to entice the shadow to expand it's reach over his vulnerable body. It slid around his neck and he began to fight hard for his life once more. Yes, he still wanted to live. Why would it strangle him if he was already dead? He gasped for air, waiting for the tight pressure against his throat to begin, but it did not squeeze hard enough to cut off his breath completely.
"Please," he whispered, "let me go." He tried to move his hands, but the coil tightened around his wrists and he heard a low hum, the sound itself vibrating through his nerves. He wasn't sure how he knew, but it was warning him to be still. This was what he had always feared about the dark. Being taken by a monster to be devoured.
He tensed up when he felt movement once more. In his shocked state he could only compare it to what it must be like to have a snake slither over his skin. He panted, frantic and praying that this would stop. He was too terrified to even struggle as the sliding continued upward and across the inside of his thigh.
"No, what are you doing?" he pleaded to the creature as if it could answer. Surely it understood. The hum emanated to the sound of his voice in response and he gasped out when the slithering, snake-like appendage moved over his genitals. He yelped in shock, squirming to get free until the writhing noose around his neck tightened to cut off his air supply. He fought to take in even a little breath, yanking against the hold. He was losing the battle and heard the hum louder inside his head. His chest burned for air as the hum penetrated into the very core of his body. He went limp in defeat and when the coil loosened he took in a deep breath, coughing and sputtering.
"I'm..sorry..," he wheezed, more frightened than ever. This monstrosity meant to do as it pleased, using his continued want to live against him. His body was warm now, hot even compared to when he appeared in this place. The force holding him down was also less cool now as he felt it glide over his skin. It coiled around his cock like a vine and he felt the familiar pulse of arousal when it began to stroke.
No, this isn't happening. This thing cannot possibly be doing this to me.
Daniel was repulsed and shamed in equal measure. He hated it's touch, yet his body was responding to the rhythmic pumping motion around his length. His nerve endings felt absolutely alive with pleasure. Something was wrong. The shadow was doing something to him to make him feel like this and it wasn't natural. Inside he was screaming for freedom and all the while his body opened up more, relaxing under the demanding caresses.
Another slither sensation moved towards his anus and the euphoric haze that was surrounding him cracked. Daniel whimpered, voice ragged with words of denial. It really meant to have him. No. He only wanted John to touch him like this, not this foul disgusting monster.
"Stop! John, help me! Don't let this thing foul my body!" The hum burned inside him and he screamed, sickened when a thick appendage slithered in his mouth to cut off his cries. It pulsed and wiggled, sliding towards the back of his throat. God, he couldn't breath again. He fought and bit down, thrashing his body with all the strength he had left to get free.
John, please save me from this nightmare!
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"Daniel, you're safe now. It's okay," John assured him, his voice a soothing and welcome sound to his ears as he clutched and hugged his lover.
"It...had me, John. I swear, it had me."
"You were just dreaming. You gave me a scare, Daniel. I came home and I found you passed out in the snow."
Daniel shook his head against John's shoulder. It had felt so real. All of it had. Could he not tell the difference between fantasy and reality anymore? He just wanted John close and he wouldn't let go, even when his lover tried to get him to lay back down to rest. He didn't want to sleep right now. Not if he would just be thrown back into that twisted nightmare.
"John, don't leave me."
"I won't, but you should rest more. You could have died out there today if I hadn't come home when I did and seen you. You were so cold and wouldn't respond to me at all."
"The shadow chased me.. I know I sound like a lunatic, but I swear it's true," he said, still panting to catch his breath. "It got hold of me. I couldn't move, I couldn't yell. I thought I was dying."
John held him tight, listening to his panicked story. Daniel didn't want to reveal the unspeakable things that were done to him, but the words spilled forth in the hope it would somehow rid him of the memory that was still so horribly fresh in his mind. John's hands ran softly up and down his bare back, kissing his hair and muttering comforting words. Daniel slowly ran out of steam, unable to go on, just resting against the comfort of John's body. He came to the realization that he was nude under the blankets that were wrapped around him. He felt snug in John's embrace, and the crackling fire warmed the room around them.
"What happened to my clothes?"
"They were snow covered. I thought it best to get them off you and wrap you up. You were freezing when I carried you inside." John kissed his forehead. "Daniel, are you sure you did not feel ill, or anything else of that sort out there? Please tell me. I could get a doctor here to check you if that is what happened."
"I told you what happened," he whispered, unable to look John in the eyes. "I know you don't believe me."
"Daniel, I believe that you are seeing these horrors, but maybe it is just you reliving the things you've seen in your past."
"I don't know," he said, shivering as he thought about what he had just experienced. "Nothing like that happened in my past."
John pulled him close again. "I am sorry, Daniel. I wish I could ease your suffering."
"You help me more than you can imagine," he said. Daniel gripped John's shirt, face pressed to his chest. He breathed deep the scent of his lover. How much more of this could he endure, and how much longer would John be so understanding? If death was anything like what he had just weathered, he was truly now more terrified to fall into that final abyss.
"We'll go to London," John said softly, running his fingers through Daniel's hair. "Right away," he added.
"We can't go now, John. The horses, especially the mare, need us here. We should wait like we talked about."
"They will be taken care of. Right now I am more worried about you. Going to London will be a change of scenery, and that may be just exactly what you need to ease your mind."
"I can't drag you away from your home, John."
"You aren't dragging me away from anything. We could both use a nice holiday, and if it will help you, I am even more eager to go."
"What if it doesn't help?"
"Then we will try something else." John cupped his face in his hands and smiled. "I've got you, Daniel. I intend on keeping you by my side no matter what happens. I love you."
"I love you too," Daniel whispered back, saying it for the first time. He leaned close and kissed his lover, tentatively at first, then deeper when John's tongue teased open his lips for something fuller.
"Mn, you should really rest more," John muttered against his lips.
Daniel wouldn't hear it, body burning with more than just the warmth of the bedroom. He needed to feel the man he loved to cleanse himself from the foulness of the shadow, be it his imagination or not. He groaned when his arousal brushed the blanket that covered him. John did not deny him again, reaching under to take hold of his hard shaft, fingers loose and teasing his flesh with soft strokes.
"As you desire, Daniel," John purred, urging him to lay back against the bed, hand working over his aroused muscle. "Perhaps you aren't as weary as I suspected." His chuckle was like silk, and his touch even better. Daniel gasped, hips rocking to the steady slide of his hand. He reached to take John's shirt off. "No, not yet," he teased. "I want you ready for me."
"I am," he groaned, legs sliding open.
"Not quite, my love," he said, sucking his forefinger into his mouth, wetting it with saliva. "Is this where you want attention?" The slick tip of his finger teased slow around his anus.
"Oh, John, yes," he answered, body shuddering with the sly brush of his finger. His body had grown accustomed to being penetrated. His fingers no longer hurt when they invaded him, and his cock only ached him at first when he slid slowly in until he was deep inside him, but even the pain was a pleasure he could not live without. He was ravenous with lust, lifting his hips to invite his lover to do as he will.
"You shall have it then," he whispered and pressed his finger deep, moving it in and out before he curls the tip and sought his prostate. When he expertly found the spot, pleasure burst though Daniel's body and all his worries vanished for a time.
~~~
Daniel lay snuggled against John's nude body, head cradled on his chest. His heartbeat lulled him into peaceful contentment, yet he still fought sleep. He feared what it might bring, but he would only be able to stay awake so long. John's hand caressed his hip as they both lay there in the afterglow. Night had fallen again, the moonlight a soft shimmer through the lacy curtain.
"Feel better?" John asked softly.
"Very much."
"Good." Daniel could hear the happiness in his voice and smiled soft. He never thought he could love someone as deeply as he did this wonderful man. John was the only good thing that he had had in a long time, and he didn't want to lose that. "Will you try to sleep for me?"
"I don't think I have much choice, you've exhausted me," he said, kissing his chest. "Maybe that was part of your plan," he joked soft.
"Could be."
"Mn, you devious man," he said, smiling tiredly. Daniel lay his head again and closed his eyes, his body begging for needed sleep. He hoped John's closeness quelled any nightmares that tried to take him. His body relaxed and he thought he might really be able to let go when he suddenly remembered the events of the morning. "Did the servants tell you? You had a visitor today about the mansion. Mr. Abney," he said and yawned, legs entangling more with John's. "He was a odd one," he said, dozing as he spoke.
"Ah, yes. I met him along the road on the way back home. Don't worry, Daniel. I took care of him. Everything is in order." Daniel faintly heard his words, slipping deeper towards sleep, not seeing the pleased smirk on John's lips.
AN: Sorry if the slight tentacle action bothered anyone. Honestly, it's not my type of thing, and it's a first for me to even write it. I tried not to go too far with it, and I think I succeeded in making the point without it being too gruesome.
Thank you to JePi for that great review. Glad you are enjoying the story.
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