IMP: Terror and Love

Mejila

"A Ji li a ku mi en ti."

He flipped his eyes open like the pages of some rumpled book. Twas dark in there. He didn't know where he was? It seemed so to him at the first instance.

Aside the rays of little lights stealing there ways through the holes of barricade or border which seemed to be over him, he couldn't see clearly. And it seemed as though his eyes hurt.

He tried to remember the last thing which had happened to him. His memory was sharp and was sketching the imagery of what had happened and where he was.

He was in a trunk. His bed. Where he had looked into when he was running after that creature which looked closely like him.

He allowed sadness smear his recent gay of finding a bed for himself. The gloom of not getting to find the creature fell on him like a mist and bruised his sense of vision.

He was tapped back into reality by something which had wound itself around his neck. He wanted to be sure that the feeling he was having was raw and not some diluted claptrap.

He wasn't satisfied with the feelings he was having. He wanted more. The thin, quite big and curvy creature pressed on his neck fiercely and seemed to be trying to raise its head.

He couldn't see clearly and needed to do that before he would be able to say that he would stand a chance against the crazy creature.

He reached his hand to the neck and held the thin creature. Twas sticky and slippery in his palm. He felt it moving rhythmically around his neck and his body quaking within from the pressure and stylish taunting twas lending.

The thin creature struck the hand he had reached to its body. He withdrew his hand. He didn't feel the pain at that time but needed to do something quickly before things would go wrongly.

He tried to drag his way outta the trunk but he couldn't. It seemed as though the thin creature knew what he was doing and wasn't going to give in easily.

A part of him told him that the creature had its other parts tied to the base of the trunk. That should be exactly why its hold was so strong on him. That should be though. He didn't really care but he could feel the weight.

He tried to drag his way out again but he couldn't simply move anymore. The thin creature seemed to had already gained a stance on him and was curled effortlessly around his neck. Its head was hovering over his face with tongue going in and out of its dark and sticky mouth.

He was kinda bothered. Of all the parts of his body. Why did the creature choose to wrap itself around his neck? It could had simply fought its way through his chest and wound its around his waist or legs.

The creature was actually choking him but he wouldn't die. He was sure of that. Not until he got to see the lady and figure out where she and her likes were from and what they were doing on earth. He had an explanation for himself of course. That would be the only question he would ask them. And if they answer, he would let them be and keep on his journey.

He had neglected his reality too long.

The thin creature dragged a little bit for the last time and was going to strike when he rose at once and hit his head against the top of the trunk.

The roof of the trunk shattered while the thin creature missed its strike; instead of striking him in the face, its mouth slid through his neck and it dropped on the assemblies of dried leaves and withered twigs.

But he could still feel a pressure on his neck. He looked down. The thin creature which had dropped was still there, trying to put itself together before it would vamoose into the climbers.

Then what pressure was he still feeling? He tried looking look at his neck but that wasn't possible of course. Then he felt a movement around his neck. Then the thin creature crawled to his face and was hovering with the voluptuous venom.

Hell! They were two. Ah! He could say. Twas actually why the thin creature could had wrapped itself around his neck back in the trunk, had its tongue hovering over his face, and at the same time hold unto the base of the trunk. He understood the mystery at that time.

How supportive of each other the thin, long and curvy creatures were.

He could see clearly at that moment. The eyes of the creature was creepy and he didn't want to look into them ever again.

They weren't like the eyes of the creature which looked like him. Though not as ugly and hideous as he was of course.

There seemed to be scales all over the body of the thin creature. And he didn't want to behold them again.

The skin wasn't like the transparent and soft c*m delicate skin of the creature he had been wanting to see.

Enough of the comparison.

He held the head of the thin creature which was around his neck and snapped it off its neck.

He almost chuckled. The creature was super crazy. It didn't want to let go of his neck as though it was its.

He was kinda confused. He didn't know what the thin creature would had done with him after striking him. It wouldn't had eat him or something close to that. Then why strike him?

He even who was an Imp was wise enough to know that if he wouldn't devour a creature, he wouldn't hunt, let alone kill. The creatures were impossibly ridiculous.

He looked at the thin creature which was in his hand and bent to pick the other one. Twas no longer there but he could see its trace on the bare earth.

He traced till he got to the root of a tree. He was sure that he could see the head popping out. He knew that twould want to strike. It did. And he held its head.

He had the two in his hands at that moment. He tied them together by there heads and held unto there tails.

He began to wave and wave them around. He needed to catch a little bit of a fun before he would get to the business of the day.

He might even offer them as gifts to the lady when he did meet with her.