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Like the waters receding before a massive wave, the orgasm drew back before it crashed over her. Her mouth opened, ready to scream her ecstasy—but instead, the sound that ripped from her throat was a shriek of pain, raw and overwhelming.

Blinding, agonizing pain.

The room vanished, swallowed by the all-consuming blaze of agony. Pain blinded her to everything else, her senses lost in the fire raging through her nerves. Sam's fingers dug into her flesh, a desperate grasp, and she knew he was feeling it too. Somehow they were in this nightmare together.

She'd heard losing your virginity could hurt, but this was far beyond anything she'd imagined. It wasn't her first orgasm. It wasn't even the first time she'd had something inside her. Was it the drug Randy gave her?

Am I still tripping?

The thought slipped away, drowned beneath the unbearable waves of pain that tore through her body, stretching her to the breaking point. She lost track of time, lost track of everything; there was only the agony. When the shroud of pain finally began to lift and her awareness came screaming back to her, she had no idea how long she'd been lost in it.

Her muscles ached as if she'd endured the hardest workout of her life, or been beaten to within an inch of consciousness. The agony ebbed, leaving behind a hollow space that quickly filled with something new. Dread.

I can't move! Why can't I move?!

Her body was frozen, as if encased in iron—flesh turned to stone. Only her eyes could move, darting about wildly, panicked like an animal heading for slaughter. Beneath her, Sam lay as still as stone. His erection was rigid, unnatural, devoid of warmth or life. Moments ago the thought of being impaled by Sam's cock would have stirred lust, but now it left her feeling violated.

This felt like the Randy situation all over again—a man forcing his will upon her without her consent. She wanted to scream, to push away, to lash out—but this wasn't Sam's fault. He was as much a victim as she was, his eyes filled with confusion and terror. She could see it, and it tore at her even more.

Movement flickered at the edge of her vision. The room was dimly illuminated by streetlamp glow, the soft orange seeping through a crack in the curtains. But across the room, another light glowed, unnatural and wrong.

The painting. It was glowing, an eerie shimmer that made the branches seem to move, writhing within the frame like restless serpents. At first, she thought it was a trick of the streetlight.

But it wasn't a trick. The branches and roots moved, and the sound of their scraping filled the room—a terrible, skittering noise that made her skin crawl. Sam's eyes darted, straining to locate the source of the sounds. He was terrified, and she felt his fear echo her own.

Her gaze locked on the couple in the painting. Just days ago—even moments ago—she had admired their embrace, the way the artist had captured a profound love. But now, as the roots twisted and grew, she saw how wrong she had been. It wasn't love, or adoration, or even ecstasy.

It was terror—abject, consuming terror. They weren’t wrapped in a lover's embrace, writhing together in ecstasy. They clung to each other in desperation, their bodies twisted not in passion, but in fear—like cavemen huddling against a brutal storm, clutching one another against the horrors outside.

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Fear of what was coming. Fear of what was already here.

Ash's eyes widened in horror as the vines erupted from the painting, spreading like spilled ink across the wall, writhing and reaching outward.

A sharp, searing pain shot through her thigh, and a strangled cry tore from her throat. Though her jaw and tongue were immobile, her mouth hung wide open—still caught in the expression of her earlier ecstasy. She couldn't move, but she could still scream.

Sam's eyes darted, trying to find the reason for her sudden scream, but his head remained locked in place. His confusion didn’t last long. Something cold and thin slipped from beneath the bed, curling along his neck. She could see the confusion and dread written plainly across his features.

A root, Ash realized, her mind barely comprehending. It slithered up to Sam’s face, and without hesitation, burrowed into his cheek. His eyes widened, shock and pain flashing across them before he joined her, screaming in shared agony.

She screamed again—not just in pain, but in fury and desperation. She could feel them now—dozens of the roots writhing over her skin, curling, constricting. Minutes ago, she and Sam had been moving in their own rhythm, hands and mouths exploring each other's bodies, lost in desire. The excitement and eagerness that had overcome her earlier trepidation had turned into something twisted and grotesque.

Now, the only thing they shared in was pain and horror.

The roots crisscrossed their bodies like they’d been captured by a giant spider. Even without the unseen force holding them motionless, Ash doubted they could break free from the entangled prison. The abrasive vines scraped her skin raw, leaving trails of burning pain. The scent of blood quickly overpowered the lingering smell of sweat and sex.

A root slithered around the girth of Sam's penis, the cold, unyielding tendril brushing against the hair between Ash's legs. Her body instinctively tried to recoil, but she remained trapped, unable to move. Sweat glistened on Sam's forehead as he struggled, his muscles straining with the effort to break free. The bed quivered beneath them, but it was futile.

Then, suddenly, Sam's struggling halted. For a brief, terrible moment, it felt as if all motion and sound in the room had ceased.

Horror dawned in Sam's eyes just before an agonized sound erupted from him—a sound Ash had never heard before. The shriek that tore through his throat shredded his vocal cords, his voice breaking into raw, gurgling gasps.

It was her turn to be confused. Not just because she didn't know what was hurting him, but because at that moment Sam’s still-erect penis shivered and jerked inside of her.

What the fuck? Could Sam move again?

The answer came with blinding clarity when the worst pain she'd ever experienced lanced through her. Her body arched, her screams merging with Sam's as the pain grew more intense, raw, and all-consuming.

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Sam screamed as loud as his rigid jaw allowed. He still couldn't see whatever it was that had wrapped around them, whatever it was that had cut into his cheek. As it circled around his dick, all hopes of puzzling out what it was disappeared. He jerked and bucked with all his might, but he still couldn't move. His muscles and bones barely shifted inside of him.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…!

The root tightened around Sam's shaft, slithering upwards in a grotesque mockery of intimacy. It pulsed, tightening as it moved, and then it pierced the flesh of his penis, like a hot needle through an eggshell. Sam's eyes widened and his entire body vibrated in futile effort to break free as the tendril burrowed deeper, tearing through his most sensitive flesh.

Blood gushed, and the root seemed to respond, pulsing and growing, winding its way up his corpus cavernosum and peeling his dick apart from the inside. The pain was unimaginable, each movement like fire, peeling him apart from the inside. Sam's screams filled the room, tears burning in his eyes as he felt the tendril snake its way through the delicate tissue.

He had never wished for a smaller penis more in his life. The thought flickered in the tiny part of his brain not consumed by agony—if it were smaller, maybe the pain would end sooner.

As the tendril neared the tip, Sam's mind held onto a desperate hope. Perhaps this would be the end. Maybe the agony would finally stop, and unconsciousness would take him.

But it wasn't over. The root burst through the glans of his penis, and Sam's entire body convulsed as the tendril reached out and burrowed into Ash's vaginal wall.

Their screams merged, a shared symphony of agony that echoed through the room, raw and primal. Ash's scream tore from her chest, shredding her vocal cords as they both succumbed to the unbearable torment.