Tale 3 – Cursed Temptations
What? Where am I? I was just looking at something on my phone and now I’m…I don’t even know what I’m looking at. The walls, ceiling, and floors are covered in human body parts that writhe around with hands reaching out to touch me, and on top of it all, why am I naked? There are moaning noises all around and just walking on these bodies and limbs feel uncomfortable because of how wet they feel. I follow the noise of the moaning to see people being trapped by the arms in the area that grabs them with fleshy creatures made of arms tearing each other up to make them into decorations for the environment.
For some reason, I don’t want to help them and move on. It’s not like I can do anything to help. Besides, some of them look like they want to do it so who am I to judge? As I continue, I see more malformed people who touch each other in uncomfortable ways while moaning. They motion me to join them, but I decline. I’m not like them. I may be covered in the weird liquids of this place when I woke up in it, but I’m not as dirty as they are.
Things get worse and worse as I continue on and harder to avoid being touched by the people here. Is there an exit to this place or did I miss it? Was it back the way I came or am I stuck here forever? There doesn’t seem to be an exit no matter where I go. While wandering around, I find a singular woman, if you could call her that, in a room that I thought I was in before. She’s made of several kinds of male and female body types, has many faces, mouths, and more.
“How are you enjoying your time here?” she says in a voice that sounds like it’s mixed with a man’s voice.
“I’m…I don’t know,” I say.
“I can tell that you like what you see. Why else would you come here and pleasure yourself with its sights?”
“I didn’t do any of that!”
“Of course you did. That’s how everyone ends up here. It’s better to make yourself comfortable and join the fun because you’ll be here for the rest of your life.”
“I…”
“Come here. Embrace the pleasure. Embrace this wonderful temptation.”
“N-no, I won’t do it. This is wrong.”
I try to run and escape this place, but there doesn’t seem to be an exit no matter which way I go.
“You can’t escape from here. What’s the use of trying?” I can hear the voice of the woman say despite her not being around me, “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
No, no, no! It’s not what I wanted. I don’t belong here. Where’s the exit?
“You think you don’t belong here, but you’re as filthy as everyone else here. You’re just like the rest of us even though you may not recognize it.”
“No!”
I blink my eyes and see that I’m back in my room looking at pornography on my phone.
“Piece of junk!” I say as I throw my phone against the wall.
After…whatever that was, I try to do whatever I can to break my addiction including going back to confession and praying, but every now and then while I try to sleep in my room, I feel the woman’s hands touching me and hear her voice whisper into my ear. Sometimes, I’m able to resist her while other times I can’t help but lose myself to my cursed temptations.
No comments:
Post a Comment