Howler (3)

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” only at the end did it rip out of her throat forcefully, the very last of her vocal cords, a bloody horrifying scream, her eyes so wide it was like they were going to rip her face apart. More cords of her frightened voice tried to shoot out of her throat, but she suddenly felt 2 big, burly and sweaty palms cover her mouth and nose, stopping her heavy breathing, making her pant and hyperventilate to no end, but with no air leaving, she was suffocating as the big dark figure covered by crops and darkness pushed her onto the ground. She tried hard to scream and claw, but his material was something she had never felt before, a fine material, even better than the best the village could offer. She choked and coughed and felt acid mixed with vomit drench her mouth, begging to leave as one hand that was gripping and covering her nose went to her neck, clawing it into it, making the red dew of her body spill onto her chest. Her body squirmed and she felt her own soul trying to push out of his hold. The grip tight on her esophagus, she felt every muscle in her body ache, her own neck vibrating with such force from her own empty screaming, that it shredded her throat. Begging and begging, was her, to scream and make noise, resisting getting tightly choked and suffocated. Her mind was going in circles, her head and body on fire as she felt her own clothes being ripped off, and that's when it all came to an eerie silence in her mind as tears pricked and ran down her eyes, her throat already burnt and stoved, now relit with the emotion of pure dread. Tears now flowed heavily down her eyes, whimpering and clawing, practically begging for him to stop with the advances. She felt her skirt get torn off, and the surroundings turned an almost intense level of blackness, as specks of black matter covered and burned into her eyes, melting her eyelids and pupils. She let a bloody scream of God into his hands as her eyeballs were being boiled alive by the almost acid like material. Her ears heard faint incomprehensible murmuring in a deep, uncouth and raspy voice, almost as if imitating a wild animals call. Hot breath on her ear, she could smell it, the almost acidic pungent breath that smelled like rotting maggots and vomit. The 3 attacks overwhelmed her and made her vomit in her own mouth, as heaps of it spilled out the corners of her mouth, she gagged and felt the instinct to open and let it out. Deciding in an instant of life and death, she took all of her might to get a final glance at the man assaulting her and was greeted with lifeless, horrid eyes, like a vacuum of deep space, pure darkness all around, deep centre, and in the middle... was a hint of blue, like the sky, or the endless ocean swallowing her. She decided to die. She wanted to die.

She shut her mouth tightly, swallowing and choking on her own response, her vomit.

Her lifeless eyes rolled to the back of her head, peeking as she gave one final, half blind weak glance at the monster who was her rapist and killer,

He matched it,

“The Howler” of the boy's folklore, and she had seen him before.