It had been about a two weeks since it all happened. Your wife was driving home late on a winter night, long since you had gone to bed, about 3 in the morning when she had got in a car crash on a turn on a rural road, the road chipped with potholes and cracks. You got the call about five minutes after they found her, telling you to come to the hospital immediately. But, by the time you got there, it was already to late for her.
Her ribs were fractured, her hip smashed into pieces and her legs had been broken. They could barely keep her stable on the way to the hospital, let alone keep her stable by the time you got there. You looked on at your wife, the Heart rate monitor beeping rapidly, her bruised and broken body on the bed. She wasn’t in pain for much longer, her heart rate completely dropping after a couple minutes, the piercing sound of the monitor rapids filling your head, the doctors trying to save her, her chest flying up each time they used the defibrillator.
At 3.50Am she was pronounced dead, her lifeless body now resting on the table. The relationship you had built for years was gone in a hour. All the moments that could of been had been cut to a end. You walked to your car before you started crying, all the emotions you suppressed coming out in this one moment. For a couple of days your life came to a standstill. Your boss was considerate, giving you a couple days to recover, which you spent in almost slience, all the energy completely gone from your body.
Her funeral was a week later. You were one of the people who walked with her casket, which was not a easy task not physically and emotionally. You And her family went through there speeches, a noticeable wave in each of their voices. After you had buried her you went to the wake, down at the local pub everyone in your street visited. You stayed longer then most and drunk even more then the majority that went there. You woke up at home, your head pounding as you lied down on the floor. After that day, you were ready to move on, which is what she would off wanted.
But you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t move on. Maybe it was the lack of closure? You didn’t know. But you had to get her back again. You had always been interest in the occult, it wasn’t anything that you truly believed in but it was something that interested you. So you started looking for something that could bring her back. This took a good couple of days of going through forums and going to websites of debatable sanity. Eventually you had found a page in a fourm, entitled “How to bring back a dead loved one.”
You read intently, the post going into what things you needed, most of which you didn’t have on you, and what to do with them once you had them. You debated with yourself for a while about of you should actually go with the advice, your doubt burning through you. Since the items didn’t really cost much, you decided to go through with it because if you didn’t the nagging thought of “What if I did actually work” would sear into your brain.
You spent a couple hours going to separate shopping sites due to the obscure ness of said items, buying what you needed, before shutting it off and going to bed. Luckily for you,tomorrow was Saturday so you didn’t have to worry about booking a day off work. Your packages all came at one, several small boxes stuck together in one massive one. You took them out of the boxes one and by one and waited for a couple hours, until the the sun had reached its peak, which the guide described as “When the sun attempted to grasp the sky.”
The clocked ticked to noon, all of the components taking neatly out of there boxes and placed on your oak dining table. You started with the hand of some form of salt, laying it on the wood. The salt was not the grounded up the either, it was white, harshly chiselled crystals.All of these components represented something,The guide stated that the salt was supposed to represent the earth, the mixture representing “both sea and land” . Then you had surround it in some form of charcolish rock, suppose to represent hell or hell equivalent of the afterlife. Then came a few other other rocks and liquids, each having there own meaning.
The second to last item was what the seller described as “A jewel blessed from the water of a baptism” which sounded close enough to the guides “A rock with the touch of god.” Description. You put the rock above the charcoal circle and left it there, before taking out the final item, the blood from a rabbit. The guide described this as “The blood of living being, binding the ritual to this world.” You would of used your own blood but it stated that you mustn’t due to it “turning you into the binding, ripping your soul in between two worlds.”, which sounded unpleasant to say the least. You did as the guide said, splashing the blood on the salt and and the charcoal and then you waited. The guide told you nothing about what would happen during or after the process of getting to your wife, just telling you to wait. After about five minutes or so you felt hot, starting to sweat after another minute of so. Then you felt your head get dizzier and harsher, before everything came to a standstill.
And then it all went black.
The first you smelt when you woke up was charcoal, the ash-like smell flowing though your nose as you breathed. You opened your eyes to see rocky stalagmites from above you. You clutched you hand across the ground, your hand feeling a mixture of gravel and dirt below you. You finally got up, you body aching as you did. You appeared to be on a highway, full of cracks with fire under them, the rest of the road sorrounded by cliff as far as you could see. You didn’t know how you did it, but you have been sent to straight to hell. “Honey, I didn’t expect you to see you so soon.” Said a voice, sounding like your wife’s, just slightly off in a way.
“Honey,I’m so glad to se-“ You said as you turned around to greet her, your voice optimistic with a tinge of fear at this environment you have been drop in, only for your heart to drop to turn around. The... person behind you was you wife, you wouldn’t mistake her for anyone else, but she was different. Her ribs had dips inside them, going across her waist and curling back to her spine which, judging by how her body was leaning, appeared to be bent at a angle. Her arms appeared to be broken at different angles, her right arms elbow being bent the other way round, her finger ligaments appearing to be pushed down slightly. Your wife’s legs were just as bent as her arms,her knees pointing inwards, one of her feet bent slightly out of place. Her face also appeared to twisted,her mouth pulled out so it was pulled out to the back of her face, the rest of her face equally looking twisted. “What happened to you?” You asked, the worry being clear in your voice.
“Well, when you go to hell, they put you in a special place, your own personal little part of hell.” She said, her body moving towards you, shaking. “They based it on the way I died.” She spoke, her voice tracing off.
“Okay, Okay.” You said, repeating your words to try and distract from all that was happening.”But why are you in hell?”
“Oh, I never told you, did I. Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it. We’re together now.” She said, trying to avoid the question. “Besides, do you like my new form, darling?” She said, her fingers canvassing her new, twisted body.
“I guess so.” You said, looking down at the ground then back at her. “But you didn’t answer my question, honey. Why are you here?” You asked desperate for a answer.
“Does it matter? Does it really, really matter?” She asked, with you nodding in response. “If it matters so much to you, I’ll tell. I killed people. Bad people. People who wanted to hurt us, people who wanted to hurt others.” She said, desperately pleading with you, you expression turning to one of shock. “Now, now, darling, I know what your thinking, “why didn’t you tell me”. I knew that I’d break your heart if I did.” She spoke. You were at a loss for words, you really couldn’t wrap your mind about what she just said.”Just remember, I did it all for you.” She spoke softly.
“It’s alright. It’s fine.” You said, desperately trying to make out that you were sincere, when in reality you desperately wanted out of all this. “I, I forgive you, Honey.”
“Thank you, darling.” She said, sincerely. “Now, how do you think we should spend our first day in hell?” She asked, hinted about what she truly wanted by dragging her fingers down your body.
“I’m not dead.” You said, your wife, or something that was trying to be her, flashing a expression of confusion on her face. “I found this ritual on a internet. I wanted to see you again. I wanted to have some closure.” You said, looking at her, wondering if the closure you wanted was really worth this. When you said the second part her face turned into a massively wide smile, sliding down each side of her face as she pushed herself towards you.
“Aw,darling!” She screamed out, wrapping her contorted arms around your body. “I know you were just right for me.So, how about I give you a reward for being the best husband around?” She said as she ripped your trousers and pants off. “That’s, off course, if you wanted to?” She asked, with it being slightly to late now, with your pants now firmly on the floor.
“Sure, Honey. Your what i came here for, after all.” You said, the slight tinge of your true feelings on your voice, those feelings being confusion and fear.
“Thanks,Darling” She said, removing her arms from your back and using them to push you to the ground. It was only now that you really realised that she was entirely naked, you recognised it before but it wasn’t the most pressing issue, more notable now that her pussy was dripping wet, her juices pouring all over your waist. She placed her hand on your chest, with her legs now kneeling over your crotch. “Ready?” She asked, with you nodding so that she couldn’t catch on to the fact you were less then sure about all this.
“Great!” She said, slamming her hips downward, your cock entering your wife’s tight pussy, a moan escaping your clasped lips, your wife letting out a relieaved sigh as she went down your member. She stopped for a couple seconds, humming smoothly to herself as she wiggled her pale hips slightly, before moving up and slamming down her hips down again and repeating the process several times.
She started to move her hips faster, both her hands now slammed into your chest, her fingers contorting in several ways, as she moved her hips up and down like a Animal. Her pussy was hot and tight, constricting and tighening around your penis in ways that you’ve never felt before, muscles moving in ways that would be foreign in a normal human body. Her thrusts also felt foreign in the way, her legs shaking slightly as she thrusted downward.
“It’s nice to see that this feels just as good as when I was alive.” She said, chuckling a little bit towards the end, her hips continuing to slam into yours, a purr coming out of mouth each time she went down your length , biting her lip. Moans continued to erupt from your mouth as she moved up and down your cock, her legs getting more and more shakey as she moved up and down, her pussy flexing around your cock, the feeling getting more and more intense as you went closer and closer to orgasm.
She seemed to noticed this, moving her hips at a ridiculously fast pace, not even ramming them into you anymore. This proved to be all too much for you, cum flowing out of your cock and into her tight pussy,your wife pushing down to the base of your cock, keeping all of your cum inside her, letting out a half-moan half-sigh as she did so. After about 10 or so seconds of pumping sperm into her vagina, you stopped orgasming, breathing heavily as you looked up to into the rocky roof above, helped by the fact that you were feeling really cold all the sudden. And your head started to feel fuzzy. “So, how was that, darling?” Said your wife, her words becoming more and more distant as you tried to focus in the roof.
Then it all went black again.
You woke up on the carpeted floor in your house, the smell of fresh air now replacing the smell of fire and charcoal. For a while, you just lied there, on the carpet, thinking to yourself. Was it worth it? Was it even real? Did you actually go to hell and meet your wife? Was your wife really a murderer? You had no idea anymore, you just felt entirely numb. You eventually got up off the floor, deciding to wash your face, thinking that maybe it’ll clear your head and make you feel a bit more fresh.
You walked to your bathroom, turning on your tap and pouring the cold water into your hands and splashing ont your face, proceeding to look back into the mirror. But the reflection was different. Your face appeared stretched, modelled like clay, your eyes stretched downward, your mouth appearing larger one side then the other side. Then it hit you. It was true, all of it, it was all true. Your wife being in hell, her being a murderer, the fact that for all these years she had been lying to you, all of it true. For 15 years you had been married to that woman only for all that you knew about her to turn out to be lies. The compassionate, kind woman that you knew turned out to be a murderer and a liar, no doubt in your mind that she lied about only killing “bad people”.And now she was waiting for you, to join her, in her special little section of hell. Maybe the devil knew what your version of hell looked like, maybe he decided that you could share it with her. But, he’ll have to decide quickly.
Because you were coming down there again soon. Real soon.
Comments
Post a Comment