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That’s what keeps running through his mind as he walks through the forest, backpack slung over his shoulder.

He had been hunting them for days. They had matched on a dating app and he had convinced them to meet up for a hike through the woods near his home. Although they don’t know it was near his home. They don’t know that he intends to hunt them or what he intends to do with their body after they are dead.

But he knows.

He knows and the thought of it makes heat pool in his stomach and his cock twitch in his jeans. He had always fantasized about this scenario, like an intrusive thought he's had lingering in his subconscious, something to think about late at night when he lays in his bed in his cabin out in the woods alone. So when his dear friend Ves came to him and told him of Sleep and what had happened he was more than willing to join in on the fun.

Oh and what fun there is to be had.

~

You wake slowly, the sun filtering through the trees to light the small grotto you had hidden in. You aren't sure how many days you'd been running. You just know you're exhausted and you need to move. It isn't safe to stay in one place for very long. He could catch up at any time. And god only knows what his plans beyond that are. You stand up, not bothering to brush the dirt and debris off of your clothes before you continue your unexpected journey through the woods. You climb your way over a hill, weaving through the dense trees as you try to remember anything useful from your days in the Scouts.

Nothing.

You can't shake the feeling of someone watching you from a distance. You're sure it's nothing but paranoia. Aren't you? You shake your head, trying to get rid of the feeling, clear your thoughts, focus. These woods can't go on forever, right? If you just keep going you'll eventually find something, some one, a way out.

A scream echos through the air.

You freeze. What could that be? An animal of some kind? Did this psycho send out other people to hunt out here? You walk towards the scream. Probably not the wisest choice you've ever made, but you thought maybe you could help or at least whoever it was wouldn't have to die alone. You enter a clearing, looking around to see if anyone was there. Despite the feeling of eyes being trained on you from every angle you didn't see a single person. Only a grey fox sat on a boulder in the middle of the circle of trees. You watch the fox and it watches you in return. Its dark eyes subtly glow as it stares you down. You're trying to convince yourself that the glow is a symptom of your exhaustion but the longer you look at the vulpine in front of you the less sure you are that it is an ordinary fox.

Wait.

It has six eyes?

You blink. That can't be right. The fox lets out another cry, a mix between a human scream and the wailing of a injured creature. It makes your hair stand on edge. Goosebumps cover your arms as you take a step back and your back hits his chest. Your heart leaps in your chest as you turn to look up at the man who you had matched with on the dating app. The man who had been hunting you for days.

"That's enough running now."

~

"She's dead," Vessel had said, "She's dead and I killed her."

He didn't need to be specific. II knew who he was talking about. Vessel had been stuck in an abusive relationship for so long, unable to get out due to financial and emotional reasons. II had never blamed him for it; he only wanted his friend to get out of the situation. He didn't exactly expect what would come after. Vessel told him about how after he had killed her and done… things to her corpse he was visited by an ancient deity called Sleep. Sleep told him that They had chosen him, that he would be a part of something great. Vessel was nervous. He didn't want to be alone again.

"So, kill someone and fuck their corpse to join the weird Sleep cult?" II asked bluntly.

"Wh-I mean yeah that's the idea but it's -" Vessel had started, II already downloading Tinder and putting together a profile.

"Cool, cool, cool, cool. So like I downloaded Tinder, do you think they'd be fun to kill?"

~

The stone is hard and cold beneath your body. You don't know what had happened after you blacked out, you just know now you're laid out on the slab of stone the fox had been sitting on. Or at least you assume that must be the case because you can't see clearly. Your hands are bound together with rope behind you. You can't even feel your legs. You felt disoriented, unable to tell up from down.

"You aren't supposed to be awake yet, Dove. Suppose the dose wasn't quite right then," he murmurs softly, "You shouldn't be able to feel anything yet, which is good for you. It would be real painful if you could feel how bad I've fucked you up." He sounded amused by this. Which only made you wonder.

"Wha…what have you done to me?" you ask, your voice breaking with fear you hardly feel. Everything is so fuzzy. Your vision starts to clear and you're finally able to observe your surroundings. You tilt your head to see him siting between your legs, the curved knife in his hand covered in blood. Your blood. That's when you notice the gaping wound between your legs, your clothes cut through and discarded. Blood is seeping from what remains of your pelvis, soaking everything. Nothing familiar remains. Black dots appear in your vision and your head falls back again. Your eyes flutter closed. You hardly react as you feel something cold, wet, and metallic against your neck. The knife.

"That's it. Just lay back and be a good little hole to fuck," he growls. You can just barely feel his hips coming down on yours in a repeated motion, the weight of his chest on top of yours. You struggle to take another breath, your chest shutters, a metallic taste floods your mouth. There's a sharp pain, then nothing.

~

"The brain is usually the first organ to begin autolysis," Vessel's voice echoes in his mind as his pace picks up. He's that much closer to what he wants. He slides his cock into the perfect hole he had carved into their body. He groans, pushing the knife deeper into the throat. He feels the way the chest shuttered its final breath. He feels his mind light up; he doesn't need to hold anything back. His thrusts grow more erratic. He feels the blood all over his skin, slick and warm. He knows he doesn't have forever before the body would start to grow cold and he can feel his release coming closer. Just a little more.

"Oh…fuck yes," he moans, his hips stuttering as he comes into the cavern of flesh. He pushes himself away from the body, taking a moment to catch his breath. He wants more, needs more. His thoughts are a crazed blur as he crawls around the slab of rock so his hips line up with the skull. He removes the knife, tossing it to the side. He takes the head and tilts it back so the jaw opens wide. He shoves his cock into the new hole, groaning at the feeling. So soft, still warm, unresponsive. His hips jerk forward, unable to wait any longer. He's eager to come again, shoving the skull down on his cock over and over. He doesn't care when the teeth drag along his shaft. He is more focused on reaching his climax then anything else.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck," he mutters as he feels the pleasure of his release flood over him. Watching as his cum pools out of the sides of the lips, the corpse unable to swallow, all fluids pool in the mouth - it was glorious. Covered in blood and cum, he'll remember this moment forever.

"My Second… You have shown your devotion..."

A voice echos through his mind. II looks up and sees the six-eyed fox sitting nearby, its eyes trained on him. This must be the form Sleep chose to visit him in. He shifts, pulling away from the body and putting his pants back on.

"I can be with Vessel now, right?" II got straight to his point. Nothing was going to stop him from loving Vessel. No abusive dead girlfriend, no dead body laying in the middle of a forest, no god was going to stop him from being with his love. He made damn well sure of that.

"Yes…if that is what my first desires as well, I will not stop you in any way," the voice replies. The fox looks off into the distance for a second before darting off. II shrugs. He did what he needed to do. He turns to gather his things, taking one more look over his handiwork before he wanders off in the direction of his home.

He couldn't wait to tell Vessel the good news.

~

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