A faceless figure no larger than him, released its hold on the intruder and straddled Daion. When Daion tried to push them away, the intruder grabbed his arms and held them out across the floor. A gaping mouth morphed from the faceless flesh and leaning forward, bit down onto Daion’s throat drinking his blood. Fighting to get free, Daion struggled until a pain unlike any other seized him and he shrieked in agony.
He could feel the figure inside him now, prying and pouring through his thoughts, emotions and suffocating his mind. This creature was forcing themselves into him somehow, and the sensation made Daion weak and sick.
Smelling