Limbohold

Craig Boone stood on his knees, his ankles attached to chains. He was a grizzled man in his early 30s, with a afternoon shadow growing across his face. His eyes, wild and green, gazed around the dungeon, looking for anything to help him out of here. A single brick had fallen from the dungeon wall, sometime ago, he supposed, although it was pitch black inside. He wasn't wearing anything except his boxers, which left his skin open to attack by the flies.

The flies were the worst part. Craig would bolt his body in any direction he could manage, trying to shake them off. The flies were like vultures across him, and he could feel their soft bites gnawing across his flesh. He was in absolute hell, which wouldn't surprise him if he was actually in hell, all things considered. He wasn't the best man, but surely he didn't deserve this, did he? The gray brick dungeon held no answers, just chains and flies. There was a steel door, rusted and ruined, just across from his view, but he knew that even if he managed to get free, it'd have a high chance of being locked.

Every so often he would hear a cackle of laughter, a woman's, usually sometimes followed up with another laughing fit from another woman. It was so faint, but aside from his grunts and curses, he was the only one in the room that was making noise aside from the irritating buzz of the flies he loathed so much. He spat at the ground, screaming in agony. "What's the joke?" he hollered. The cackling stopped suddenly and he could hear a table moving, screeching against the floor as silence filled the room. No footsteps.

He found his eyes darting across the room nervously, shuddering his body as flies flew across it and leaped across his skin to bite it. Just as things had gotten completely quiet, where the flies were at a standstill, the door slammed open and the flies flew off his skin. He was at first glad to see them all fly away, but what he hadn't known is that they left his fate to something far worse.

"Morning!" a woman excitedly hollered. The woman had a set of hair that practically dripped down her face, in a bright neon color, topped off with a naval officer's cap in black. She wore a tight leather leotard, adorned with feathers, with blue nylons wrapped across her legs with swirling black patterns spinning across her lower limbs. Her horns, matching her white skin color, poked out like blades through her skull, looking as sharp as a good sword too. To top it all off, she had a pair of bat wings that were attached to her hips. She cackled, confirming it was her he had heard earlier. "How's our little patient doing?"

A grim specter crawled across his face. "What do you mean," he shivered. "What the hell do you mean?" he screamed at the woman. The woman chuckled in his face, her leathery wings flapping quietly behind her as she stroked her blue hair to the side.

"Oh, you don't know, huh?" she giggled. "I suppose patient is the wrong word, more like contestant. Although I don't know if that's the correct word either, because this isn't a game we plan you to win." she curled her hair around her fingers, smirking as her sharp teeth showed. She was strikingly beautiful, with her voluptuous shape fitting perfectly in her outfit. It was very apparent though, that despite her good looks, she was far from good herself.

He spat at the floor. "I don't know what the hell you have planned for me, but make it quick…" he croaked. The woman just shook her head, Craig's worst fear coming to life.

"Oh… this isn't meant to be quick… no, you've got a lot of time… as do I and Nezzy," she sharply smiled, her fingers morphing into claw-like appendages, stroking at his chin, teasing the nicks of the skin with her sharpness without actually touching it. A second woman, with a mop of red hair much like the woman before her, entered. She wore a white naval cap, and her eyes darted around in their cherry red irises. She wore a identical outfit with the other woman, save a pair of red nylons instead. There were subtle differences between the two, but they looked so strikingly similar. "Ello Nezzy…" purred the woman with the blue hair. The red haired woman giggled.

"What do we got here, Alice?" asked Nezzy. The blue haired woman, Alice, glanced at Craig.

"Oh, you know exactly what we have here, Nezzy," cackled Alice. "Come on, you grabbed him yourself when he fell asleep…"

"This is a dream?" asked Craig, trying desperately now to wake up as he scrambled in the chains. Alice merely giggled.

"No… no… this isn't a nightmare either. It's a crossroads. A… limbohold, I suppose." shrugged Alice.

"A… limbohold?" asked Craig.

"You're not dead or alive in the real world. Hell, you're fast asleep, and would have stayed that way if it wasn't for ol' Nezzy, who snatched your consciousness up before you entered a dream state. And now... " cackled Alice. "We get to play with you until you break and you die in the real world."

"That's… that's… cruel!" hollered Craig. Alice pricked his skin with a claw.

"It is, yes, but we don't do it because it's evil… we do it because it's fun!" cackled Alice. She smirked. "There is a way you can win, so it's not entirely unfair, but that means you have to do the challenges we provide, answer the questions we ask you. Succeed and you'll win the grand prize, your life. Fail, and you die. Here and in the real world. Your spirit will forever be bound to this realm for eternity."

"I suppose I don't have much of a choice…" pondered Craig.

"You really don't," Alice cackled. "Oh… and I just remembered this..." she ran a claw across his skin, splitting a section of his arm vertically across and started to lick at the wound, suckling at the blood. She did this for a while as Craig could only suppress his screams, before she finally pulled away, his wound mostly fading from his skin. "Every scar you earn in this reality shows up in real life too." Her mouth was messy, dripping with blood. She looked to Nezzy, walking over to her.

Alice and Nezzy silently locked lips, Nezzy licking at Alice's tongue, which was dripping with blood. Alice gripped Nezzy's hips as Nezzy moaned softly into her mouth, wrapping her legs around her. They were so close together, so intense in this bizarre blood-sharing ritual. Alice panted hard into Nezzy's open mouth as she clutched her ass, pressing ever close to the other woman. Craig could only sit and watch, before coughing uncontrollably. Alice and Nezzy stopped, pulling away from each other and becoming rigid as they faced Craig.

"Alright, we best give you something to actually do, huh?" asked Alice. She snapped her fingers as the center of the room began to collapse brick by brick, falling apart as Nezzy and Alice took off from the ground, their bat wings flapping hard. Craig, chained to the collapsing room, could only gasp and fall as it fell apart.

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