He rose to his feet, stroking himself to her dolled-up face. Her makeup gave her skin an almost porcelain look, with two hot pink dots on her cheeks.

“Come on, baby,” she moaned. “Come on. I want it!”

Donovan growled, stroking faster and faster. Friction mounted, nearly rubbing his throbbing shaft raw. “Fuck,” he cried, his hand moving at damn-near supersonic speed. Christine used her tongue to try and stroke his cock as well, but he wouldn’t allow her.

She watched his tip swell bigger and bigger, until finally, pre-cum spurted. She lapped that up, just before the big finale. An explosion of white fluid burst from him, covering a good quarter of her face. His body spasmed and he blasted jizz over her mouth, cheeks, and neck, while attempting to release every last drop from his shriveling balls.

He relaxed and collapsed onto the bed.

Christine sat there, mouth agape, cum dripping down her chin, in shock and in a bit of pain. Breathing heavily, Donovan asked, “You good, babe?”

She giggled, then cooed, “My eyes burn like hell, but yeah.”

Donovan chuckled. “Sorry about that.” He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a tissue. “Here, use this.”

She took it and wiped her face. In two seconds, the tissue was saturated and more than half of the cum remained. Giggling, Donovan handed her three more tissues. Christine gave him a playful glare as she took them and continued cleaning herself.

She wiped her eyes, the left in particular, extra good to ensure pain relief. Despite this, the pain wasn’t going away. She kneaded the eye almost as fast and hard as Donovan had with his cock only seconds ago.

When he noticed her eye was turning a bright, burning red, Donovan sat up. “Babe, stop.”

She obliged, lowering the cum-soaked tissues and looking up at him. Her left eye was damn near glowing. “Did I get it all?” she asked. As she said it, her eyelid twitched.

“Babe, your eye’s redder than my car right now. I think you need a doctor.”

“What? Come on, babe. It’s not that bad, is it?”

The alarmed frown Donovan gave her shattered this denial. “Oh my God, how bad is it? Am I gonna be okay? Is it really that bad!?”

She began to hyperventilate. Her hands shot up to her eye and she shrieked. Donovan jumped back for a second, then remembering himself, he moved closer and touched her shoulder. “Let’s get you to the hospital.”

She recoiled, shrieking again while cradling the inflamed eye. “What’s going on?” he asked. She didn’t respond, nor would she lower her hands. He knelt on the floor in front of her. “Show me what it looks like.”

Gently, he tried moving her hands. She kept resisting until finally, he coaxed her hands away from her eyes. His heart raced when he noticed the river of blood rushing down her cheek. When he managed to free her hand of the eye entirely and see what was causing her so much pain, it took all his strength to keep from upchucking.

Her eye, once the prettiest shade of blue, was now covered top to bottom in red. Blood gushed in a viscous, free-flowing river from the socket and down her cheeks. Worse, whatever was causing this had eaten away most of the skin and tissue around her eye socket, exposing dark, meaty sinew around her eyeball.

“What’s happening to me!?”

“I-I-I don’t…” His breaths came even faster and more frantic than hers. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. “Just, come on, let’s get you to a doctor.” He threw on his clothes and wrapped her in her bathrobe, grabbing a washrag for her eye, and rushed her out the door. In the car, though the washrag seemed to stop the bleeding and kept the wound from spreading, her pain intensified.

Christine’s groans wouldn’t cease. She couldn’t make the pain stop. She tried holding the washrag still, and tried dabbing. She’d even used the unopened water bottle in the center console to wet the rag and apply it to the wound. This only accellerated the pain. She screamed louder than he’d ever heard any girl scream before.

“Hold on, baby. We’re almost there, I promise!”

He put his hand again on her shoulder. Startled, she jumped, shrieked, and dropped the rag. Once more, her bloody, mutated eyeball was on full display. It was swelling by the second. The inside of the socket was now inflamed.

Donovan’s mouth dropped open. An oncoming car crossed the center line into their lane and he swerved out of the way and came to a stop. A resounding POP echoed through the car. Blood showered the inside of the vehicle and sprayed all over him.

When he managed to open his eyes, he found Christine rigid, lifeless, mouth open, and the left eye missing from the socket. He screamed and, finally, vomited.

When all he could manage were dry heaves, he pulled out his phone and dialed the police. Before he could finish the call, he felt his eyes burning and something warm and wet running down his cheeks. His heart raced and he dabbed his finger in the liquid. When he noticed the blood on his fingers wasn’t Christine’s, his eyes went wide.

About the Author:
Thomas Stewart is a young ghoul with a lifelong fascination with the art of terror and the macabre. When he’s not watching horror movies, or reading horror novels or stories, he’s crafting his own chilling gospels of horror to terrify and eternally rob you of a peaceful slumber. Currently he publishes most his work to Reddit under his pen name, Corpse Child. Many of his horror stories have been featured and adapted to audio by a wide variety of YouTube narrators, as well as the ones commissioned on the ChillingApp. Thomas has become a household name on the Chilling Tales For Dark Nights podcast, and has released five horrifying titles that have plagued the minds of many.

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