Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of lightning, illuminating every detail of the bathroom tiles, then there was an afterblink, and darkness.
The power had gone out.
There was the sense of déjà vu in her mind and the uncanny certainty that if she stayed, something really bad was going to happen. But there was something wrong in Cindy’s mind. So she stayed.
Beneath her, the grid of the drain slowly lifted up and moved to the side with a slow scraping noise. She looked down, but amidst the grey darkness of the room could only see the impenetrable black of the gaping hole. It was as if time had slowed down. Each heartbeat came like a resounding bell through her body, leaving an eternity before the next one.
TA-THUMP
Something moved in the gaping blackness, rising up from within. The thunder from the lightning finally came, close and deafening. She didn’t move.
TA-THUMP
There was a cold, slimy touch at the brim of her folds. It send a shiver through her spine and made her think of slimes after the rain. She lowered her body more.
TA-THUMP
The surface of the touch increased, exploring the entrance above it. It reminded her of snake’s skin, oily and cold. She could still run, get up, get away, save herself. She didn’t.
TA-THUMP
The creature from the drain pushed further and slipped inside her. Her wetness was making it easier for him. She looked down and saw the blackness coiling beneath her and plunging into her defenseless sex. It was fascinating.
TA-THUMP
The unearthly thing was thicker than her thumb and she felt it extend and contract as it made its way deeper inside her. Her head was starting to spin and her nipples were hard and erect. The creature slid another inch further.
TA-THUMP
Her hand darted down again. There was a spot that was craving attention. She touched it again, her finger brushing against the slimy surface of the thing that was moving inside of her. It didn’t matter. She started moving her fingers.
TA-THUMP
It just kept on sliding, inch after inch. She couldn’t tell if it was seconds or hours, but her belly was starting to feel bulged with a pressure inside her mounting. Perhaps if she grabbed it right now, she could still pull it out, she thought. Her hand just continued it rhythmic movements.
Time stopped existing. There was just darkness and the filth from the drain rising up to fill her. She imagined that it was all the nasty stuff that people had put in there, all the trash and rotten, gruesome bits somehow come to life. It was black and slimy and sliding inside her. Because she deserved it.
Hear breaths came in short. Reality was falling apart.
Finally she felt the slimy thing grow thinner until it there was nothing coming out of the drain hole any more and the last bit of its black body was swallowed by her greedy filthy hole.
This is an excerpt from the story "The Drain".