The huge bed turned into a nest of leaves and sticks and instead of silk, animal hides now laid over top to serve as crude linens. The mirror melted and dripped onto the floor like mercury and a stale wind blew through the air. Brad looked around the room and it finally hit him. He was in some sort of dimly lit cave. There were torches shoved deeply into iron baskets which were crudely nailed into the cave’s walls. Brad thought about the mysterious elevator earlier and had an overwhelming feeling that they were not high up in a skyscraper in the middle of New York City, but that they were in fact very deep beneath the ground, in some hellish place, nowhere near Manhattan.
When he looked back down at Ifreeta his heart flooded with terror. Her eyes now gleamed in the darkness, pupil-less, they stared straight up at him. Her hair was fire, spiting and crackling, licking everything it came in contact with. But it did not burn what it touched. Her skin had become tough and thick under Brad’s hands and her face had grown long and gaunt. She smiled wide, spreading thin black lips to reveal a massive and jagged set of long, sharp teeth. Each needle-like tooth was overlapping another, crisscrossing like ivory blades of grass. The fingers on her hands grew and stretched before Brad’s eyes becoming as long and thin as a reptile’s. Thick black fingernails protruded from each appendage as she bore them into Brad’s hips, rubbing herself against him.
Brad tried to escape her grasp but every attempt only brought forth more pain as she clenched down harder, pushing her fingernails deeper and deeper into his shattered hips. “Jesus Christ, stop! Please fucking stop!” Brad cried out in agony as tears streamed down his salon-tanned face. The burning sensation continued up through his crotch and into his stomach. His guts boiled and popped until bile and blood began erupting from his mouth like green and red foam. The fire spread and his lungs began to singe. Molten hot, it tore through his lungs and out of his mouth with carrying with it another gurgling cry for help.
“God. Help. Me.” He managed through sputtering and spitting.
“There are no gods here Brad Pitzer, only daemons and spirits.” said Ifreeta, in the same horrible voices as before.
Brad’s eyes began to tear up and he could smell his own burning hair and flesh in his nose. Trying desperately to look around the room, Brad saw them through his tear filled eyes; shadowy figures looming around Ifreeta’s make-shift bedding. He saw the man at the door, short but much stockier. His skin was green and rock-like and his face was twisted with two sunken eyes, each of them a glowing deep red. He saw the bartender, her skin as pale and as shiny as the fullest moon on the darkest night, as she opened her huge mouth and licked two large fangs which had been protruding out over her bottom lip. A man with blue skin and countless tattoos sat hovering in mid air, no more than three feet from the dirt floor, with his legs crisscrossed like an Indian. His eyes radiated an iridescent blue and his mouth was covered by a silk scarf. Three identical women floated eerily nearby, ghostly and ethereal. They swam about in the air, singing horrible melodies that made Brad want to smash his head into a wall, or jump from the highest cliff he could find.
Finally, looking down, Brad saw what looked like a bright orange orb of light behind the taught skin of his stomach. The incandescent ball began to expand, and his gut along with it. The heat grew even more intense throughout his body and the pain…The pain was so immense, so violent, he could think of nothing else.
Ifreeta was now bucking wildly, screaming out in passion as Brad’s eyes rolled around crazily in their sockets, searching for some end to the agony. Ifreeta’s voice rang out in the dark, dank cavern as she pulled her claw-like fingers from Brad’s flesh and ran them affectionately through his hair, matting it with his own thick blood.
“Oh Brad…I-I think I’m coming.” she shuddered, as she breathed in heavily.
“For the first time in centuries, I’m coming!” she said again as she let out one final shriek of pleasure.
Brad’s stomach ripped apart in an explosion of fire and flesh. Flames shot outward and upward, incinerating the rest of his body as though it were a dry twig.
When it was done, Ifreeta laid on the bed she had made for herself fifteen thousand years ago with her arms outstretched and her thighs humming pleasantly. As she brushed the ashes off of her stomach, Ifreeta smiled.
“Now this, I could get used to.” She said aloud.
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