Demon Party


This story contains details of rape and may be distressing to some readers

Fiona shivered as the demonic screams penetrated her consciousness. The mountains had always looked beautiful and mysterious to Fiona, but she sure didn’t like camping there. She wasn’t sure why she had volunteered to help at a Christian camp on Halloween night, but she figured that whatever evil she had committed, this was appropriate penance. Confused, she wondered why everything else was so eerily quiet, too eerily quiet considering she was on a mountain with thirty teenagers who were sleeping in tents. The fog had settled in for the night, making Fiona dreary, miserable, and cold.

She sat up in her sleeping bag, which was laid out on the picnic table inscribed with crude carvings about who had slept with who in the campground, who was supposedly a slut, and who rumors dictated had what sexually transmitted disease. The table wasn’t exactly what could be called clean by almost anybody’s standards, but it was the only surface in this whole miserable place that was big enough for her to sleep on without being completely unsheltered. Even being under the pavilion wasn’t really any protection against the fog.

“Hey Fiona, you’re cold and wet, come join me in my tent” Derek, one of the other counselors for this whole stupid night, said. Fiona hesitated for a few seconds before picking up her sleeping bag and climbing into Derek’s tent. She felt a little strange going into a male counselor’s tent seeing as this was supposedly a Christian camp, but Derek seemed nice and if Fiona couldn’t go home, she guessed some protection from the elements was better than none. It wasn’t even that Fiona wanted to get out of the fog, it’s that Fiona didn’t want to have any interaction with any wildlife that may come across her sleeping spot.

The demons screamed louder, but Derek didn’t seem to notice. Why am I the only one who can hear the demons? Fiona asked herself. Their screams reverberated over the entire camp site, and yet she was the only one who was disturbed by them. Fiona shrugged it off, figuring that maybe the demons came out once a year on Halloween and that it was their time to party. Of course, she knew that was ridiculous, but that theory made as much sense as anything else in this miserable, fucked up place.

She set out her sleeping bag, and climbed in. As she rolled over to try to sleep, Derek lay down next to her, and ran his fingers through her hair and rubbing his face up beside hers. Fiona’s heart sank. Oh shit. “Give me some kisses, baby,” Derek said, putting his lips against hers. Fiona, scared, kissed him quickly, and he shoved his tongue into her mouth. He pulled his tongue back out. “I know you can do better than that,” he said. “Go on, show me how much you love me.” I am so fucking stupid. She succumbed to his tongue in her mouth, and half-heartedly put hers in his mouth. She wanted to gag.

Again, the demons screamed. The demons are here.

Derek put his hands down her shirt, grabbing her breasts. He ran his hands along the rest of her body.
“Time to take off your clothes,” Derek said. Fiona, terrified, complied. He really is going to rape me. I can’t believe how fucking stupid I am. As he lay on top of her, she froze completely. She wanted to fight but was not capable. Maybe if I do everything he says, he will get it done quickly. He penetrated her.
“Please stop,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “You’re hurting me.” Derek made no response except to thrust harder.

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.
For thou art with me.
For thou art with me.

Lord, have mercy.
Christ have mercy.
Lord have mercy.

For thou art with me.
For thou art with me.

Fuck, where are you God?
God is not with me.
The demons are here.
God, what the fuck did I do?
Why do you hate me?

I’m so fucking stupid.
I can’t believe I am letting him do this to me.
I need to fight him.
I fucking deserve this.
How stupid can you get?

Fuck it, God, can’t you make him stop?

The demons screamed. The demons cackled. The demons were reveling in this evil.

She could tell that Derek was about to climax, so there was some small mercy in the fact that this was almost over. At least, she hoped so. Oh God, what if he has other things in mind? Am I going to die? I’m going to die! Derek thrust a few more times, much harder, and then she felt that he was done. He withdrew quickly.

“Well, it was great to hang out with you,” Derek said, as he pulled his pants back up. Fiona took that as permission to put her clothes back on. Leaving her sleeping bag where it was, she unzipped the tent and stumbled out into the foggy, dark, woods. Did that really just happen? Did he really rape me? It’s not rape you idiot, you didn’t even fight him.

As Fiona walked into the woods, the demons were dancing, as if they were teenagers at a rave. I’m such a slut. She lost her footing, falling flat on her face. God, just fucking kill me now. Where were you anyway? Fiona lifted her face and pulled her body into a sitting position. She clutched her knees to her chest. Her tears ran down her face, onto her knees and arms, and eventually dripped onto the ground as her entire body heaved. She wished she could die right here in the woods, giving her body as a literal sacrifice to the demons.

There’s no need to be upset. It was just sex. Not like it was anything important. I’m such a dumb bitch. I must have been looking for it. He violated me. No, he didn’t. I laid there and let him fuck me. Nobody would believe me anyway. Why didn’t he just kill me while he was at it?

While she sat in the woods, the demons came and surrounded her.

“Hello, our name is trauma. It’s great to meet you.”

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