While saying my house is in the middle of nowhere would be too harsh, my closest neighbor is a mile away; that’s why the sound of someone knocking on my door startled me, even on Halloween night.

It was fifteen minutes to midnight; I was watching an old horror film I caught on TV midway through its running time. I could have found something more creative to do on Halloween, but seven days in being single after what would’ve been a year-long relationship doesn’t put me in a creative mood. After my girlfriend dumped me I also lost my invitation to this year’s Halloween party, but no worries, I found something else; watching TV and drinking beer on my own always was a solid second choice on what I wanted to do to celebrate Halloween.

And then the knocking. Living where I am, my house wasn’t very popular with the trick-or-treaters this year, like any other year, which is why I never bother with candies. At this time of the night, I can’t say I expected a myriad of kids on my doorstep as I opened the door, but part of me wished to see my ex, crying and begging to have me back.

I opened the door and saw a petite devil, wet from head to toe, sobbing quietly. I regret to inform that it couldn’t be my ex, since she chose to wear the much more original sexy cat costume she wears every year. In my disappointment, I forgot for an instant that someone was actually crying outside of my house at midnight.

She explained, between sobs, that she got lost and that her phone died. She asked to use my phone inside, and not knowing any better, I let her in. She walked inside my better-lit living room, and I sat on the couch while she phoned her friends. The lighting allowed me a better look at her; the costume she was wearing was definitely what was supposed to be a “sexy little devil” outfit, with a too short red skirt and cheap plastic horns. Her drenched hairs are what made me realize that it was raining outside, and the mud over her knees and forearms indicated that she must have fell in a puddle at some point during her travel. As she made her call, I wondered how she could’ve possibly wandered off to my house, if she really got lost, she must have been walking for at least half an hour, maybe even more.

She hung up and let out a deep, reassuring sigh. She told me friends would pick her up in an hour, and she asked if in the meantime she could use my shower. As awkward as it was, I also didn’t want to let this poor stranger soak in dirt water until 1am, so I pointed her to the bathroom. At this point, my half-drunk mind was just rolling with it, but now I didn’t really know what I should do. Since sitting in the living room for sixty minutes wasn’t exactly tempting, I decided to head back to my bedroom, where I continued the horror movie marathon I was barely paying attention to.

Busy marinating in self-pity and reminiscing a year of dating, it took the sound of the shower stopping to remember that someone else was in the house with me. As I heard footsteps from the hallway making their way to my bedroom, I sprung up from my bed, trying to adopt a stance that looked cool and collected.

She walked into my doorframe with only a towel wrapped around her. I didn’t want to look away, in fear of being rude, so I just stared at her. A gratefulness emanated from her baby blue eyes and coupled with her soft smile my heart sped up its pace.

“Thank you. For everything," she said, softly.

I simply nodded, speechless. I could feel an invisible spotlight shining on her, and the world around fading away. A quaint voice in my head was questioning what was happening as a feeling I’ve never felt before magnetized me towards her. I was so dazed I didn’t notice I was slowly walking towards her.

“Thank you," she repeated.

My body was moving on its own, and so was my right hand, that found comfort on her cheek. My eyes were solidly locked unto hers; I barely saw her dropping the towel, but my left hand still went for her chest. My two hands were caressing her body, and slowly a gut feeling was telling me something was wrong, and slowly this divine scene of beauty started to appear uncanny. Almost disturbing.

I felt powerless as my lips drew closer to hers. I closed my eyes as our mouths tangled, it felt like kissing a cloud. My heart beat faster, but it was less due to excitement and more due to panic: my body and mind were two different entities, and I could only witness my corpse being lured to hers: it took a piercing sting in my lower lips to snap me out of this daydream.

I pushed her back and tapped my fingers to my lips before inspecting them. I had to look back at her and notice a similar red substance drop from her mouth to realize the liquid on my fingers was my own blood.

“You… You bit me," I mumbled.

“Oh! My bad," she replied.

My bedroom started to spin around me, and after struggling to keep my balance, I dropped to the floor, and the rest of the world faded to black.

It’s hard to keep time when you’re passed out, but one or two hours passed before I came back to. I felt dizzy as I regained consciousness, my body was numbed and an attempt to move my arms revealed they were restrained. I looked left then right, confirming that my wrists were tied to my bedframe, and looking forward I saw the demon, nibbling at my abdomen. My chest was covered in small bite marks, still fresh red. She was draining me drop by drop, taking all the time she wanted.

She lifted her head; her lips were a red as deep as her eyes were. I could see her better as my vision became less and less blurry. I felt her burning hot body rubbing against mine. Her skin was a deep crimson, and saying it was warm would be an understatement; her skin was burning hot, and the more she laid on top of me the more it felt like I was being sizzled alive, and somehow the pain was only slight. The last thing I noticed was her brown, flowing hairs which were barely hiding a pair of crooked horns.

“Why are you doing this?” I muttered.

She wiped her blood-covered lips with her arm, smearing the red nectar across her cheeks.

“I was hungry.”

My heart picked up the pace, I realized I was a fly trapped in a spider’s web. I tried struggling again, but I understood all it did was entertain her. She scratched the bites on my chest with the tip of her nails. She eyed me from head to toe, and slowly her fingers ran down my body. I felt a shiver coming from the back of my spine. I moaned, “what will you do to me?”

She took her time before answering, she seemed to be in contemplation.

“I’m bored.”

She grabbed my pants with both of her hands, pulling them down along with my underwear. My cock sprung out, completely and embarrassingly erect. She was using me like a toy, and my body was frighteningly responsive.

She started to stroke it methodically, pulling and twisting it. Her other hand was firmly pushing on my chest, pinning me further in my own bed. Every stroke I felt the burning heat from her snake-like skin warming my cock. I pleaded her to stop, but she couldn’t care less; it didn’t take long for her to climb further up, and after carefully running her index across her warm, wet opening, she aggressively rubbed her crotch against mine; she slid back and forth the length of my body, biting her lip to keep herself from groaning. It took a couple of rough back and forth before she asked me, “you still want me to stop?”

The “please” I muttered was barely audible, but she heard. Shocked but understanding, she abruptly stopped, then scoffed.

“As you wish.”

Almost respectfully, she removed her body from mine in what she knew was malicious compliance. She sat on the end of my bed, her back facing me, and the open door facing her. I wanted to mean it, I wanted to take back the control of my body and not fall to her infernal seduction, but it was barely a second that she was off me that I felt my entire body being pulled toward hers. Suddenly I felt cold—freezing. I was addicted to her heat; my entire body was shaking when a pathetic noise left my mouth to form one last plea.

“Please… no… come back….”

Her head turned like a hound that spotted its next meal; she jumped back on top of me, and a hesitating look at the ropes restraining my hands preceded hers yanking at the knots, setting my arms free. I mechanically sprung up, wrapping my arms around her body, pushing her burning skin on mine. She slipped my cock inside her, rapidly bouncing on my lap. I had never felt anything so hot that wasn’t burning. I could feel the head of my penis melt into her flesh. It was as if the whole world was freezing cold and the only thing that could keep me warm was her breasts and her ass.

The whole intercourse felt like an instant, no amount of time could’ve like long enough, and to my displeasure, it only spanned a handful of minutes. Reading my every thought, she pulled out as soon as I felt like coming. She pulled her hips upwards and down again, pushing my erection unto me, and I ejaculated all over my stomach. She kept an instant to catch her breath and she laid next to me, cradling her head into my neck and setting her chest down on mine. She whispered,“I want to keep you.”

Her fingers once again drew circles into my chest. I felt my last rational thoughts departing from my head as wicked ones took place, suggesting that being an object of her desire sounded like an excellent opportunity. The implications of her last thought hadn’t set in when she added, “don’t worry, you’ll find hell is beautiful this time of the year.”

And only a smile later, I could barely hear the last beating of my heart as she sunk her teeth deep in my neck. The pain, striking at first, slowly dimmed as my mind faded to black once more.