The Creeper used Natasha once more to satisfy its carnal l**t, until it was finally spent. Exhausted, it rolled off her and lay beside her motionless form sharing her mattress of hay covered with some old sack cloth.
As a result of its exertion, the Creeper’s chest expanded and retracted with each huge lungful of air. Natasha on the other hand, merely lay still, hardly showing any outward signs that she was still alive.
Even her eyes, once so vibrant and full of life, were now no more than dull orbs staring straight ahead of her focused on the ceiling of the alcove in which they lay, never blinking, even in the shadowy darkness of her surroundings.
The Creeper, although not accustomed to willing recipients, had still noticed the lack of response on Natasha’s part when it had entered her
