* * *
The entrance to the subway station came into view, and Poisonous descended the stairs. She stopped in the Ladies Room to freshen up, especially since she had cried on the train on her way home. Getting to the women’s bathroom required her to climb up the stairs, and find the room in a hallway just off the main lobby of the station.
She put the final touches to her lipstick, when the figure of a man appeared in the mirror. Startled, she turned quickly to face him. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but you’re in the women’s bathroom.
He stood very tall with many scars on his pockmarked face. Several tattoos adorned his arms, neck and chest. He opened his mouth, revealing missing and rotting teeth. “No. I’m in the right place. You’re Perri, aren’t you?”
Suddenly the seven members of the Spirits of Murder who possessed this man appeared in the man, in vivid detail. “Actually, no…I’m Poisonous. What brings you gentlemen here? I have seen some of your handiwork, and I must say you’re very good at what you do.”
“Silence! We will do the talking here.”
Normally, she wouldn’t take this kind of insolence from anyone, male or female. Spirits of Murder, on the other hand possessed great strength, and even meaner temperaments: even she knew her limits.
He walked slowly toward her, his black eyes never moving from hers.
She trembled involuntarily. “Hey wait. You guys aren’t supposed to tempt me to do evil. One, The Lamb ordered it, and two, I’m quite capable of evil by myself.”
A ragged grin crept up on his face. “We may not tempt you, truly. It is our duty as faithful demons to torment daughters of Eve.
“But I’m not a daughter of Eve: I’m Poisonous, the Lust Nymph. I’m only in this human form to wreak havoc.” She had used it to the fullest. “And why would you torment me? I’m a demon, like you.”
Thwapp! The blow caught her off guard, causing her to fall backwards.
“Do not insult us. You are now flesh, and flesh is to be dealt with severely.”
He trapped her with two enormous arms, and held her down and unable to move. “Don’t think of trying to escape.” The other Spirits of Murder held her spirit being down. No matter what she tried, she could not overcome their great strength. Then, with one hand on her chest, the man they inhabited pulled down his pants and drawers, revealing a grotesquely large member.
For a very brief moment, she stared at it, transfixed by the size. Even as he ripped her skirt and panties off, curiosity held her captive, and she was in awe, as long as she avoided that hideous face. His rough hand squeezing the breath out of her brought her back to terrifying reality.
He tore into her crudely, forcing his way in, sending fiery pain burning through her loins. “No!” she screamed. “Please stop. Please!” She tried beating on him, but she might as well have tried to move a tractor-trailer. Worse, the Spirits of Murder held her arms down even tighter.
He slapped her again, and continued his twisted lovemaking. Each blow brought more pain, until she heard a ringing in her ears, and felt very light-headed. The pain and her vision slowly faded, as the world turned black.
* * *
Something in her told her to check up on Poisonous. Lately, VD could sense when she was in trouble, and now was one of those times. She found her walking towards the Gallery Pl-Chinatown Station Subway station, and followed at a distance. The Spirits of Murder followed Poisonous at a distance. Following far enough behind not to be seen, the spirits inside the hideous man went into the Ladies Restroom. Soon after, angry voices, followed by screams of pain echoed out of the lavatory, but she stayed away at a safe distance. Spirits of Murder showed no mercy to their victims, and inflicted great pain, if not death upon their victims. She knew better than to stand up to them, or they might try the same with her, if they ever caught her in human form. Being raped made her shudder; even as a demon. Worse, they could send her to an early resting place in Hell.
As the spirits and the body they inhabited left, VD slowly opened the door, fearing the worst. At first, she didn’t see anything, but after a brief scan of the room, she saw Poisonous lying still in the corner. She walked over to her, dreading the outcome. Poisonous lay there beneath her, unconscious, her skirt and panties tossed to one side. Two big welts covered her cheeks and her eyes. A pool of blood spread beneath her midsection. VD felt the bile rising in her, ran to the stall, and leaned over the toilet. She wretched violently several times until she could only hold her gut, trembling and waiting for the next round to take over. Mercifully, it stopped. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself, and walked back to the still figure of her friend, who breathed shallow, ragged breaths.
“Oh Poisonous. Why did this have to happen to you? They didn’t need to rape you like this.” Tears fell down her cheeks as she turned to nothing in particular, raising her fists. “I hate you, you vile sons of dogs. I sincerely hope you writhe in pain in a violent part of Hell for this.”
“We interrupt our normal programming to bring you this breaking news. Paramedics responding to a call just found a young woman at the Metro Center subway station just a few minutes ago. She has apparently been sexually assaulted, and found unconscious, bleeding. Paramedics are taking her to George Washington Medical
