It was when Brad flipped Ifreeta over and began to take her from behind that he first noticed the huge mirror above her bed. Looking upward at his reflection, Brad noticed that he was sweating profusely, much more than he usually did. Shrugging it off, he grabbed Ifreeta by her hair and pulled her head back as he continued to push himself into her as hard as he could. Gasping moans erupted from her throat as Brad slammed into her, again and again, his face taught with concentration.
As he glanced up at the mirror once again, Brad saw that there was another glimmer over Ifreeta’s hair. This time it seemed to transform it from an abyssal black to a bloody orange color as it quivered and vibrated. Brad shook his head violently, losing concentration and slowing his pace. He searched for Ifreeta’s face in the mirror and found that she was looking directly into his eyes. Her pupils were no longer the dark and muddy brown they had been at the bar. Now, it was as if all tiny specks had that had accented her pupils had exploded into a fiery mix of red and orange, overtaking her eyes entirely along with any white that might have been visible. They too began to shimmer, like giant glass orbs, full of wild fire.
Confused and drunk, Brad had no words for what he saw. Instead, he looked down at the small of Ifreeta’s back and ran his hand along her dark brown skin. Her flesh was hot to the touch and as dry as the walls or the floor, she was not sweating at all. Brad flipped Ifreeta onto her back again and looked directly at her, still heavily gyrating against her, still pushing into her hips as hard as he could. The shimmering heat wave was happening all over her body now. Brad rubbed his eyes madly but the vision would not leave him. Her hair, once dark black and then a bloody orange had now completely changed into a mix of yellow, red, and ochre; every strand was alive, writhing and bending, cracking itself like a whip on the silk laden bed. Her eyes were flashing and flickering, calling him to push into her, harder and harder. He could do nothing but obey.
Suddenly Brad’s crotch felt like it was surrounded by increasingly unnatural warmth, and it began to intensify. The warmth became heat and the heat became a searing pain. It spread upward and Brad felt as though a hot poker was slowly forcing itself into the center of his crotch. As it traveled upward the pain grew in intensity. Finally Brad was able to break his gaze from Ifreeta’s wild eyes just long enough to stop thrusting. Desperately he tried to pull himself out of her molten core but Ifreeta grabbed him by the hips. Her strength was incredible as she held him in place firmly with almost no effort at all.
As he screamed in agony and horror Brad saw Ifreeta’s mouth move with words.
“I told you that you would regret it.” They seemed to be saying. But the sound that came out was not her voice as he knew it. It was raspy and omnidirectional, layered with other voices all bearing hundreds of different accents. They bounced from wall to ceiling, crashing into Brad’s eardrums over and over again, making him feel sick and nauseated. They resonated in the windowless room like horrible agonizing screams calling out from a thousand miles away. They sounded ancient, and they sounded lonely.
The pain was becoming unbearable and Brad felt as though he was on fire, burning from the inside out like a small star. Ifreeta continued to hold him against her by his hips with insurmountable strength until they cracked and disintegrated beneath her grip, as she ground up against him and moaned savagely. Brad looked up into the mirror and saw that the entire room was now shimmering with heat. The walls shifted before his eyes, from marble floors to cold dirt and hard stone. Light fixtures turned into stalactites and stalagmites which dripped century old moisture into pools on the earthen floor, and the smell of rot hit his nose.
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