BURIED ALIVE

Amelia

I jolted awake, the rough ground pressing into my back, a wave of confusion washing over me. As I blinked against the darkness, the chill seeped into my bones, stealing the warmth from my skin. My breath quickened, heart pounding against my ribcage as I struggled to gather my bearings. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, the kind that sent a shiver down my spine.

As I slowly pushed myself upright, a chilling realization settled over me: I was surrounded by tombstones . They loomed like silent sentinels in the gloom, their inscriptions worn and faded, some almost illegible. This wasn’t just any graveyard—it was a forgotten one, overrun by nature, with weeds choking the stones and shadows stretching long in the moonlight .

Panic clawed at my throat as I took in my surroundings. I was wearing only a thin nightdress, the fabric clinging to my skin and offering little protection against the biting cold. The night wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket, isolating me in this desolate place. I could feel the weight of the darkness pressing in, and every instinct screamed at me to get up and run.

I rose unsteadily, my legs trembling beneath me as I scanned the area for any sign of life—or any way out. The grave markers stood eerily still, their jagged edges casting twisted shadows in the pale moonlight. A cold wind rustled through the leaves, carrying with it a faint whisper, almost like a warning.

“ Where am I? ” I whispered into the silence, my voice sounding small and fragile. No answer came, only the echo of my words dissipating into the night. As I stumbled forward, the soft crunch of dried herbs beneath my bare feet sent a fresh wave of terror through me. Each step felt like an intrusion upon the resting souls around me.

Suddenly, a memory flickered to the surface of my mind—a distorted image of Damien’s face, twisted in that unsettling grin, the last thing I remembered before slipping into unconsciousness. The thought of him sent a shudder coursing through me, and I could almost hear his voice whispering my name, taunting me from the shadows.

I clutched my arms around myself, attempting to stave off the cold that seeped deeper with every passing moment. Fear pooled in my stomach, a growing dread that I was not alone. The darkness seemed to pulse around me, a living entity that thrived on my terror . Every rustle, every creak of the branches above sent my heart racing.

Just then, a flicker of movement caught my eye. I spun around, breath hitching in my throat. Was it just my imagination, or had something shifted among the tombstones? The air grew thick with tension, and I strained my ears to catch any sound, any hint of another presence.

I gasped as another rustle echoed through the graveyard, the sound pulling me in every direction. My heart raced, each beat pounding in my ears like a drum. I turned sharply, convinced I had seen a shadow slip between the tombstones, but the darkness played tricks on me. Laughter drifted on the wind, taunting and echoing around me, and every time I heard it, I flinched, my pulse quickening .

“Damien?” I called out, my voice barely rising above a whisper. My breath came in short gasps, and I felt the night air wrap around me, cold and suffocating . I was trapped in this forgotten place, and he was somewhere close, lurking, watching .

The laughter morphed into something sinister, reverberating through the chilling air like a cruel melody. Each chuckle echoed through the darkness, and I spun around again. With every creak of the aged wood or shuffle of leaves, my heart leaped, and I took another step back, anxiety tightening in my chest.

Then, out of the shadows, he emerged—a figure clad in black, his hoodie drawn up, casting a shadow over his face. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the metallic skull mask he wore, glimmering faintly in the moonlight, with metal stitching crisscrossing over one eye. It was a grotesque sight, a haunting reminder of the twisted depths of his psyche. The mask twisted his features into something monstrous, making him seem even more terrifying .

“Hello, Dr.Harper,” he said, his voice a low, chilling rasp that sent shivers down my spine. The distortion of his voice sent a rush of adrenaline through my body, and instinctively, I stepped back, my heart racing faster with each passing second.

“What do you want from me?” I shouted, the tremor in my voice betraying my fear.

He stepped closer, gliding with an unsettling grace among the gravestones. “What do you think I want?” His laughter rang out, cruel and mocking, echoing off the ancient stones that surrounded us, as if the very graves held their breath in anticipation of what would come next.

The fear settled deeper into my bones as I took another step back, but there was nowhere to go. The ground was uneven beneath my feet, and I stumbled, regaining my balance just as he reached out a gloved hand, his fingers curling in a beckoning motion.

“Come here,” he urged, the command laced with a twisted sense of intimacy, as if we were sharing a secret that only the two of us understood. “I just want to play .”

I sprinted forward, adrenaline flooding my veins, each breath burning in my throat. But the graveyard felt alive, the darkness wrapping around me, and no matter how fast I ran, he was always just a heartbeat away, his laughter echoing in the night, weaving a chilling symphony of terror that pulled me deeper into his twisted game.

Yet, beneath the terror, I could feel it—a sickening excitement , coiling deep within me, rising with every step. It was wrong , twisted , like I was willingly surrendering a part of myself to this nightmare he’d crafted. My stomach churned with disgust, hating myself for even feeling it. What was wrong with me? I should have been consumed only by terror, by the desperate need to escape. And yet… there it was, the thrill, an electric shiver that wound through my limbs as his laughter echoed behind me, pulling me deeper into his dark, sadistic fantasy.

The world around me was a blur of gravestones and twisted shadows, my vision clouded by fear and the relentless pounding in my head. I stumbled, nearly falling, my knees scraping the cold, hard ground, and a sob escaped my lips as I forced myself up again, pushing forward. But with each step, the thrill grew, a sick part of me responding to the chase, to his relentless presence behind me, a part of me that felt alive in ways I could barely understand, even as it terrified me.

The night air felt heavy, pressing against my skin like a suffocating shroud, and I realized I was trapped in his game, wrapped up in the twisted web he’d spun around me. My breaths came in ragged gasps, my mind torn between the primal urge to escape and the dark pull that he seemed to have over me, as if he’d awakened something inside me that I hadn’t known existed—or maybe something I’d buried long ago, something I never wanted to see.

He was close, his footsteps echoing, steady and patient, a predator with no need to rush. I glanced over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of his figure moving through the darkness, relentless, his silhouette merging with the night. “Come now, Millie,” he taunted. “Don’t you see? You’re exactly where you belong.”

A chill ran down my spine, and my pulse quickened, fear and something far darker mixing in a way that made me feel like I was losing myself, slipping further into his twisted reality. I hated it—I hated him . And yet, as much as I wanted to fight it, the throbbing between my legs made it clear how helpless I was. I was captivated by the very thing that would destroy me.

My legs burned, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t. With each passing moment, I felt myself weakening, my defenses crumbling, his words seeping into my mind, filling me with a dread I couldn’t shake. And I realized, with a shiver of horror, that it wasn’t just my body he was after. He was tearing down every wall, every layer I’d built around myself, drawing me into his nightmare until I couldn’t tell where his darkness ended and mine began.

I had no idea how, but I’d managed to slip from his sight, weaving frantically between the twisted trees and crumbling gravestones. My legs buckled, and I dropped to my knees behind a massive, weathered tombstone, pressing myself into the cold earth. The weight of the grave felt oppressive beneath me, a chilling reminder of how close I was to becoming another lost soul in this cursed place.

My chest heaved as I struggled to quiet my breathing, desperate to muffle any sound that might betray me. I leaned ever so slightly, peeking around the stone, searching the dark expanse for any sign of him, but there was nothing—only shadows shifting under the pale moonlight. For a split second, I allowed myself to hope, my heart racing, each frantic beat echoing in my ears. Maybe, just maybe , I’d—

A hand appeared from behind me and closed around my throat, cutting off my breath, silencing every last scream lodged in my chest. Cold fingers tightened around my neck, their grip relentless, unyielding.

“Thought you could hide from me, Millie?” he murmured, his voice a sinister caress that sent a sickening shiver down my spine. “You’re right where I want you. Sitting on the dead… it suits you.”

I gasped, clawing at his hand, but his grip only tightened, a twisted chuckle rumbling from his chest as he held me in place. “Did you think you could slip away that easily?” His words dripped with amusement. “ Poor little thing , lost in the dark, hiding among the corpses. Fitting, don’t you think?”

His voice slithered through the darkness, soft yet laced with malice. “You know,” he whispered, his fingers pressing just a little harder against my throat, “it would be so easy—so fucking easy —to snap your neck right here. Just a little twist, and you’d be nothing more than a beautiful memory.”

The sharp edge of his words, the threat woven into each syllable, ignited a desire so deep it almost paralyzed me.

He chuckled—a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, his hand shifted from my throat to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair with brutal force. In one swift, unyielding movement, he yanked me down, forcing my face into the cold, damp earth.

“There,” he murmured, voice thick with a twisted satisfaction. “Feel that, Millie? The earth beneath you, swallowing you up like it knows you belong here. And this ?” He pushed his hips against me, making me gasp as I felt how hard his cock felt on my ass. “It wants that tight pussy of yours. So, so fucking bad.”

I bit my lower lip, the dirt stuck between my teeth, as I felt how wet I was getting. This is wrong , on so many levels! But I couldn’t control how my body was reacting to him.

I felt his free hand slowly sliding beneath my white nightdress, pulling it upward with it and revealing my perky ass to him, the little lace thong I was wearing didn’t do much to cover my wet pussy.

The pressure of his hand on my neck eased just slightly, and I seized the chance, twisting my head as far as I could just to see him. He noticed, of course, his dark eyes glinting with twisted amusement as he slowly lifted his mask, revealing only his mouth—those lips that curved into a dangerous smirk as he leaned closer .

Without warning, his teeth sank into my ass, sharp and unyielding. The pain lanced through me, raw and electric, but beneath it, something else stirred—a forbidden thrill that pulsed in time with my racing heart. My breath hitched, caught between pain and something far darker. Just as quickly, he released his bite, his hand sliding down to slap the same spot, sending a fiery jolt towards my pussy, a mix of sting and warmth that left my head spinning.

A smug satisfaction crossed his lips as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, soaking in the way my body betrayed me. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and thick with something sinister. “You like this, don’t you? The fear , the thrill … it’s exactly where you’re meant to be.” The words wrapped around me, inescapable, darkly intoxicating, until I could hardly remember where the terror ended and the twisted pull of his presence began.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he lowered his mask back into place, and the cold glint in his eyes sent a shiver through me. I barely had time to catch my breath before the unmistakable metallic clack of his belt echoed in the stillness. The sound cut through the night like a promise, dark and dangerously intimate .

He took his time, savoring the tension that thickened the air, each movement slow, controlled, letting me anticipate every dark intention he had.

With a rough grip, he yanked me up, forcing me to my knees before him. The night around us was pitch black, shadows twisting under the moonlight, casting his figure in a haunting silhouette. He towered over me, silent and commanding, a dark presence that seemed to consume the very air around us. His jeans hung open, the fabric loose, a provocative taunt that held me captive.

I swallowed hard, feeling the night chill against my skin yet burning under his gaze. He didn’t say a word, letting the silence stretch between us, feeding off the way my breaths grew shallow, my pulse pounding in my ears. There was a twisted satisfaction in his eyes, like he knew the struggle inside me—the fear mixed with something darker, a thrill I couldn’t deny.

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming darkly beneath the mask, and I understood what he wanted.

He slipped his hand into his underwear and pulled out his cock. An oversized cock glistening with pre-cum was inches away from my trembling lips, and I had to stop myself not to reach out and lick it. “Now,” he ordered, his eyes never leaving mine. “Open that pretty mouth and put it to work.”

The demand lingered between us, daring me, twisting something inside me. Reluctantly, my gaze met his, heart racing as I parted my lips, knowing there was no escape from this dark game he played.

Hesitatingly, I took his cock in my mouth. But the size was overwhelming . I couldn’t fit it all, feeling my mouth stretch around it as I tried to adjust. Before I had a chance to steady myself, he moved closer, his grip firm as he placed a hand behind my head.

“Come on, you can take more than that,” he murmured, voice low and taunting, laced with dark amusement. His fingers tangled deeper in my hair, guiding me forward with an unyielding intensity that left no room for resistance. He pushed it further, the force sudden, making me gasp as the soft flesh pressed against the back of my throat, a startled sound escaping as I struggled around it.

“That’s it,” he breathed, his voice laced with twisted satisfaction as he watched me, a glint of thrill in his eyes. “You’re doing just fine.” His hand held steady as he thrusted into my mouth, growling and savoring the control, his gaze fixed on me as I struggled to keep up.

The way he watched—commanding, taunting—dared me to give in, to let myself be completely at his mercy. I tasted more of his pre-cum on my tongue, the saltiness mingling with the dark thrill in the air.

I let my teeth graze over his cock, slow and deliberate. I could feel his grip tighten in my hair, tugging me closer, his fingers digging into my scalp as if claiming me in a way I couldn’t deny. His breath hitched, and there was something almost primal in the way he watched me, a raw intensity that made my pulse quicken despite every warning in my mind .

I hated the way my body betrayed me, leaning into his control. I was burning , heart racing, my skin alive under his dark gaze as if I were his possession, as if he’d somehow taken me, unraveled me, without even trying. And the pleasure I felt—it was maddening .

I wanted to pull away, to break free from the grip he had on me, both physical and psychological, but the shame of the spark I felt only seemed to fuel his amusement. The smirk showing from the cracks of his mask growing wider as he sensed my struggle. It was like he could read every thought in my head, savoring every conflicted beat of my heart.

With a swift tug, he pulled his dick from my mouth, leaving a sharp sting on my lips as it pulled away with a soft, echoing pop. He cursed under his breath at the chill, but his eyes never left mine, a dark spark flickering in them, something twisted and wicked that made my stomach tighten.

He leaned in closer, his gaze devouring me, as if the coldness of the air on his wet cock only heightened the intensity radiating between us. His hand lingered near my face, taunting me, and I felt the tension coil, his quiet, almost dangerous amusement filling the air around us .

Damien smirked, his eyes never leaving me as he prowled around me like a predator circling its prey. Every step he took was calculated, deliberate, sending a chill down my spine. The sound of his boots on the ground was the only noise in the otherwise still night, and I could feel the weight of his gaze following every move I made.

When he stopped behind me, the silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating . My breath hitched, my heart pounding so loud in my chest I thought he could hear it. Fear mingled with anticipation, a sickening , twisted cocktail that left me frozen, unable to move, desperate for whatever he would do next.

I gasped as Damien yanked my hair, , he brought my face closer to him, his breath warm against my ear, before forcefully pushing my head down towards the cold, unyielding graveyard soil again. The roughness of the ground scraped against my skin, a stark contrast to the intoxicating thrill of his control .

He pulled at my thong, ripping it with one hand.

That fucker ! It was one of my favorites!

The sudden movement sent a shiver of anticipation through my body. The fabric fell away, leaving my skin exposed and tingling with the thrill of vulnerability.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered, his voice low and seductive, as he leaned closer, his breath brushing against my cheek. “That’s the taste of freedom , Millie.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I felt the heat of his presence envelop me.

He chuckled darkly as he pushed himself inside me.

I dug my nails deeply into the soil as I bit my lip hard, suppressing a moan.

“ Fuck .” Damien cursed under his breath as my pussy struggled to swallow his thick, delicious cock. He could probably feel the undeniable hunger radiating from my body. The heat of my desire wrapped around us like a suffocating fog, thick and intoxicating.

“Look at you,” he breathed, voice dark with lust, “so desperate for me. It drives me wild .” Each word dripped with a twisted pleasure that sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire I couldn’t extinguish.

I hated how much I craved him, how my body responded to his every movement as if it had a mind of its own.

I moaned as he slammed himself harder into me. The realization that we were practically sprawled atop a grave sent a jolt of dark exhilaration through me, amplifying the pleasure coursing through my veins. It was a twisted irony that heightened every sensation, making the air around us feel charged and electric. I could feel the rough, cold earth beneath us, a stark reminder of our surroundings that only intensified my body’s response to him.

The weight of our depravity hung heavy in the air, and with every thrust, I felt as if I were teetering on the edge of sanity. My breath came in ragged bursts, each inhale mingling with the earthy scent of damp soil, a reminder of the life and death entwined in this moment. It felt wrong, thrillingly wrong , and the thrill of danger ignited a fire deep within me, burning away any remnants of fear.

If ghosts really exist and hang out in graveyards, I’m sorry! Please don’t haunt me!

As he pressed closer, I could feel his heat radiating against me, a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving ground. My heart raced, pounding in rhythm with the chaos around us, a wild symphony that matched the intensity of the sound of his body slamming against mine. “Can you feel it, Doctor?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “The thrill of what we’re doing? It’s intoxicating, isn’t it?”

I nodded before I could stop myself, breathless, the truth of his words wrapping around me like a shroud. The mix of pleasure and pain coursed through my body. I wanted to scream, to cry out, to surrender fully to the madness that enveloped us.

“Let me hear you, Millie.” He ordered, his voice hoarse with lust .

I bit at my lips even harder, refusing to give him that satisfaction.

“I said, let me hear you.” He pulled my head away from the ground, making my back arch in the process.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he slammed even harder into me. His throbbing cock filling me in a way I’ve never felt before. The inside walls of my pussy clenched harder around him as I felt myself getting closer to my release, and I couldn’t contain the sounds spilling out of my mouth anymore. I guess at some point I even moaned his name!

I dug my nails into the damp soil as I came, twisting and struggling to free myself from his cock. But his hold on me was strong, keeping me glued to him as he slammed into me relentlessly chasing his own release. I screamed as I felt his cum filling me, and when he was done, he stood up, watching me as I turned to lay on my back, feeling his cum spilling out of my sensitive hole. He didn’t say anything as he turned around and started walking away from me.

I just lay there, my body frozen and drained of all strength, watching him walk away with half-hooded eyes. His silhouette melted into the darkness, his presence lingering in the air like a suffocating fog. Every step he took seemed deliberate, like he was savoring the power he held over me.

My mind felt hazy, the adrenaline that had once fueled my body draining away as quickly as it had come. I tried to move, to sit up, to push myself to act in some way— anything —but my body betrayed me. I was nothing but a fragile shell, my limbs too heavy, my thoughts too scattered, my heart too numb to comprehend anything beyond the darkness that surrounded me.

The cold soil beneath me pressed against my skin, grounding me in a way that only reminded me of how insignificant I had become, how small in comparison to the chaos he had brought into my world. I could feel the weight of the bodies buried in the earth around me, their silent presence somehow echoing my own despair. I wondered if they had felt as hopeless as I did now—trapped in a nightmare they couldn’t escape.

I closed my eyes then, unable to keep them open any longer. The darkness behind my eyelids swallowed me whole, offering no reprieve, no sanctuary. It felt like I was becoming one with the ground beneath me, like the world around me had ceased to exist, like I was as dead as the bodies that lay buried in the soil.