Sally's mattress pet girlfriend
Cw: short, suggestive, female reader, you're ghosts in love, you're in her mattress for a bit, very vague drug mention. All is fictional, it's a slightly sexy horror fic, obsessive behavior and locking people into furniture is wrong and I don't condone it, in case someone was wondering.
Warmth. The everlasting warmth, sometimes pleasant, sometimes maddening, was all that felt constant. All sounds were so quiet they were barely recognizable and it was perpetually dark, your senses additionally muffled by your fleeting consciousness. You didn't need the air - you were not alive, after all, but the lack of it made you pleasantly confused or caused great pain, depending on what you chose to feel at the moment. Most of the times, you took the confusion. The pain of asphyxiation was too much to bear, so you just lied there, slipping in and out of your slumber. As a ghost, you could disappear and appear elsewhere, of course, but why bother when it feels so nice, snug... so close to your beautiful crazy lover.
Most times, it felt good. Warm, quiet, dark, peaceful. And it smelled so good - the musk of your tormentor and the smell of her cigarettes comforted you into a heavy daze, making your head spin and your arousal pool.
She never let you rest long, though - she unzipped you daily, multiple times a day, actually. Sometimes it was just to give you a breath of fresh air and a kiss. Other times, she ripped the mattress where your nether regions were, just to play with you and hear your cries, muffled by the thick fabric, as you could only lie there and take her touch. Sometimes she made a hole where your hands were to inject you with something that made you pliable, putty-like in her hands. There were days, even weeks at a time when you were free, but you barely left Sally's room anyway. You just lied next to her, relishing in being able to take her in with your senses fully present.
You took a long drag of her thick cigarette, smiling ear to ear.
"Sally?...", you asked timidly, blowing the smoke in her face, "Please tell me you won't... get bored of me..."
She looked a bit confused, but then laughed and brought you closer. With your naked, still hot bodies pressed together, you felt at home.
"I'd never let you go, baby. Not in a million years. You're mine...", she chuckled darkly, "Only mine."
She cuddled closer to you, digging her sharp nails into your back possesively. She was high off her ass.
"Why, I sew you into the bed when I Ieave, to make sure that you... don't. Why'd ya think I was going to ever let you?"
Her tone was bitter. She took your cigarette and took a drag, releasing an enormous cloud of smoke shortly after. You couldn't stand seeing her so bitter. You'd rather get back to the sweet torture of being sewn into an object than see her miserable.
"It's fine... I like it", you mused
She looked at you like you're crazy.
Sally chuckled, it's a dry sound. She kissed you briefly, smearing the burgundy lipstick all over your chin.
"Well, my little girl likes it. Who would've thought, hm? Perhaps I should put you in there for good ?"
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