Shadow Demon Pt. 04

The man started massaging Sarah's g-spot with increasing intensity, while breaking off their kiss.

Sarah looked up at the man with pleasure glazed eyes, her breathing broken, shallow, and fast.

The man let go of her wrists with his other hand and caressed her cheek, brushing some of her hair from her face.

"Tonight, you are my goddess!" said the man with enthusiast conviction and a smile.

The guy's enthusiasm seems a little melodramatic and intense, but Sarah couldn't care less. She closed her eyes focusing on the electric pleasure coursing through her body. She could feel as she was about to hit her peak, the muscles in her body tensing even more.

Sarah lazily opened her pleasure glazed eyes to look at the man. She then widened her eyes in surprise and fear, as she saw the man holding his fallen combat knife over her and attempt to drive it into her heart. With practiced and quick reflexes, she defended herself by grabbing the man's wrist with one hand, activating the telescopic blade in the other, and stabbing him through the neck with it. At the same time, she let out a deep throaty scream as the intense orgasm washed over her body like a tsunami.

The man rolled off her and put both hands to his neck trying to stop the flow of blood that was spurting out of him with each pulse of his heart. Meanwhile, Sarah curled up into a ball, squirming and twitching as the aftershocks of her orgasm randomly pulsed though her body.

"Fuck!" Sarah yelled as the aftershocks subsided, angry with herself for what had just happened. Her emotions were a mess, a confusing concoction of anger, fear, excitement, and hormones. She then rolled over, quickly crawled towards the man, and reeled her arm back to strike. He raised his hands towards her in a vain attempt to stop her from what she'd do next, releasing the pressure from his neck that was stopping the flow of blood.

"Stop!" the man choked out, coughing on his own blood.

"Rahhh!" Sarah roared in frustration while stabbing the man in the chest four times with her blade.

The square-jawed man coughed a couple more times, and he shivered or his muscles spasmed. Sarah wasn't certain. His face relaxed, and his eyes stared off into nothing. The man was dead.

Sarah had thought she was playing him like a harp into letting his guard down, but in turn, he played her. If she'd been thinking, she'd have realized that it's not often that a some on-a-mission-from-god solider would prioritize her pleasure over his own. If she hadn't opened her eyes when she did, she'd be dead on the floor of a club, soaking in her own blood with her catsuit open for the cops to find.

Sarah let out another frustrated snarl and stabbed the dead man with her blade for the fifth time. She then sat on her ass, shifting over a couple feet so that she wasn't in range of the creeping pool of blood, then put her hand to her throat. When she pulled it away, she saw that some of the white paint transferred to her glove. She rubbed the now tacky substance passively between her fingers, frowning at the sight. The glow of the paint seemed to have already dimmed significantly since she first saw it.

"What the fuck is this stuff?" Sarah asked to herself out loud. She then looked back to the square-jawed man "And who the hell were you?" she added.

The guy said he worshipped some kind of god, and the paint he had tore her shadow form right off. It was a terrifying thought that a substance like that even existed. As far as Sarah knew, she was invincible in the shadows, but this paint changed things. She shivered, feeling vulnerable and cold.

Sarah stood up and walked back into the shadows, only to find that the paint on her hand and neck still prevented some of her shadow form from completely encasing her. On the other side of the dance floor she could see the woman's washroom. She walked over to it and opened the door.

The washroom was typical. A bunch of toilet stalls lining one side of the room and sinks with mirrors above them lining the other. It was difficult to see in the dark bathroom, and her ability to sense in the dark, although still present, was heavily impaired. She took her gloves off, turned on the tap at one of the sinks, and began washing the paint from her neck.

To Sarah's relief, the paint was easily removed with water. She also washed the streaks of mascara from her face caused by her tears. Black mist already around her body was quickly reclaiming the territory lost to the paint. Sarah then washed the paint from her glove and placed both gloves back on her hands after drying herself with paper towel.

Sarah walked out of the bathroom and moved towards the office door, avoiding the large pool of blood spreading over the floor. The office door was made of black painted steel. In the center of the door, a plaque with gold lettering read "Manager".

Sarah grabbed the door knob, turned it, and opened the door.

The office was expensively furnished with modern furniture made of stainless steel and glass. Two chairs padded with red velvet and repeating flame designs faced a large desk. On the wall behind the desk, nine security camera monitors were stacked up the wall. The monitors were off due to the lack of power in the building. A large office chair was on its side behind the desk. On the floor behind the desk sat what Sarah presumed to be Crackle, a man in his 30s. Crackle was skinny with a wiry build. He had spiked red hair and multiple track marks lining his arms from past drug use. The man wore a dark scarlet dress shirt decorated with black flames extending from the bottom. Crackle was slouched on the ground with wide eyes staring off into the distance. Endo was nowhere to be seen, but Sarah knew where he was. Endo was possessing Crackle's body.