The front doors of the police station were loud enough to wake the dead.
There were plenty of those in Mandela County, Evelin caught herself thinking, but she tried not to let it get to her. There was nobody around to oil the hinges. Who would be, when most people were either hiding in their homes or fleeing the county altogether? Of course the doors would be a little rickety. But the more she thought about it the more it didn’t help, not when the thing that made her current situation so unsettling was the emptiness and the stillness of the streets around her. No people to be seen in the middle of the day, and only the rare car passing through. If anyone was going to another county, most would take the long way around. Everyone knew better than to stop in Mandela County. And they knew that, if possible, they should avoid passing through it at all.
Even so, Evelin couldn’t help but feel as though she were walking alone at night. Who was to say that there wouldn’t be some crazy (human) guy waiting around the corner to snatch her? As far as she was concerned, she had to be careful of alternates and creeps.
What also didn’t help was how dark it was inside the building. There was only the dimmest glow from behind the windows. A tap light, or an oil lamp. Whatever they were using, it was hardly enough to make it look like someone was in the building, and when she stepped inside she could see that the weak light couldn’t reach the darkest corners surrounding the front desk. The electricians must have been in hiding, too. Just like everyone else with sense.
Evelin wished she could afford to have sense.
She let go of the handle. The door slammed shut behind her with a thundering boom that could have been heard all the way from Werksha. The hydraulics, also broken. Nobody was coming to fix them any time soon.
The room surrounding the entrance was just as desolate as the town around them. Completely silent, the air still as if frozen in time. Musty, dry air. No air circulation system, either. If she squinted hard enough through the dark, she could make out a thin layer of dust starting to gather on the front desk. When Dave said Thatcher was desperate for help, she never expected this was what he meant. The way things were going though, maybe she should have expected it. How many people were brave or stupid enough to go out? Perhaps she and Thatcher were the last brave (or stupid) souls left.
“Mr. Davis?”
The echoes of her voice bounced off the walls and down into the lone hallway to her right and then back again. No answer besides the echo. But someone had to be manning the station, right? At least Thatcher. Even if it was just him, at least he had to be here.
She worked her way down the hall, peeking in through one doorway at a time, occasionally tripping on an overturned chair as she rounded a corner. The whole place was a wreck, like something stormed through here and left it in ruins, and nobody’s been here since to put it back together again. She opened every door and checked every room she passed in hopes that someone—someone human —would be waiting for her.
This was a bad idea. What choice did she have though? Plus, it would make her (and Dave) look bad to not show up. Assuming there was anyone there waiting for her to show up.
“Hello? Mr. Davis?” she repeated. No response. Another creaky door, another empty room.
“Anyone here? Hello? ”
“Oh, is that you Miss Miller?” A new voice called out to her, and she felt a wave of relief. It came from a few doors down, from the interrogation room. “Here, in here!”
She followed the voice. Why would he be in there for her orientation?
“Yes, come in!” said the voice when she stopped in front of the door.
This was a bad idea. This was a really bad idea. The worst mental images of what could happen to her were flashing through her mind at a mile a minute. A series of images of every worst-case scenario pulled from the deepest pits of her brain. But she still opened that door to yet another dark room, with an equally dark figure waiting for her at the opposite side of the interrogation table. It was hard to make out any of his features. There wasn’t a single lamp in the room. The meager amount of light from the hall filtered into the room, but that was it.
This wasn’t right. Even with the power out, there were better rooms for this. Why choose this room?
“...Mr. Davis?”
“Step inside.”
Slowly, she takes one step inside. Then another, hoping that if she got closer, then just maybe she could at least see his face.
The door slammed shut behind her. She whirled around and tried to pull it open again, but it wouldn’t budge. Through the narrow window, she could see a glimpse of a dark hand moving away from the locked door, back down the hall in the direction she came from.
“Welcome, Evelin.”
Evelin didn’t turn around. She just kept turning the doorknob, refusing to look at whatever it was that was behind her now. “You’re not Thatcher Davis. Where is he?”
The figure shrugged. “Where else? In the deepest corner of his home, fetal position, cowering like all the rest.”
He stood, stepping forward into the slat of light through the window of the door. With that light, she could make out his form. She recognized him as the boy from the alternate report posters. “Cesar Torres”, the very same boy, in his same black suit, with his same dark eyes and black hair.
Which meant… this was the very same alternate that took the life of her best friend’s brother. But those posters were from so many years ago! Yet here he was, very much the same, but also very different; she didn’t see it when it was sitting down, but as it stood up it became clear what she was dealing with. The thing was inhumanly tall, and though it copied the look of an eighteen-year-old boy, something about the face just wasn’t right. The more she could make out of it, the less human it looked, in ways she couldn’t describe.
Her voice shook. “Are you going to… kill me?”
“Kill you? Well, I’ve had to do that before, and it would be faster, ” the alternate paced around the room, like it was truly thinking about what it wanted to do. “That’s not how we’re meant to do things. No, no.” Its smile was just as uncanny and inhuman as the rest of its features. “But after I’ve begun to entertain myself with you, killing yourself might be your only way out.”
Evelin pressed her back to the door.
“Let me get a good look at you,” it said, and it bent down until its face was mere inches from hers. It grabbed her face, its massive hand squeezing her cheeks between its thumb and index finger. So horribly strong that she couldn’t turn or move her head, and that was only with one hand! She couldn’t get away from those eerie white eyes with the tiny pinprick pupils as they stared into hers, boring straight through her like it was looking for some kind of answer in her eyes. “Yes… That’ll do.”
It hoisted her up with its inhuman strength and slammed her down on the table. All of the air evacuated from her lungs, leaving her gasping to get it back. It held her down. Laughed in her face. Amused from watching her catch her breath again, even considering doing it again to watch her struggle over and over again.
“What are you doing to me?!”
“I know what you fear, Evelin.”
The thing grabbed her pants, both hands on either side of the fly, and yanked. The zipper was ripped clean free from the fabric, the button popping away and flying off somewhere into the darkness. The strength it must have for it to tear denim like paper… it confirmed what Evelin already knew: there was no escaping it now that it had her. It held her steady and peeled what remained of her pants off of her as easily as peeling away plastic wrap.
Its hands were cold. They climbed up her shirt, pushing it over her bra. One settled back at her stomach to press her against the table. The fingertips of the other hand tickled at the sheer fabric of her panties, the smooth and cold feeling teasing the nerve endings underneath. Quietly she pleaded for it to stop, only for it to grin down at her with that awful, twisted smile that could have seemed normal mere minutes ago, now a warped shadow of the human being it pretended to be.
Ironically, it didn’t rip her panties off. It slipped them down her legs, slow and dainty, and flicked them off somewhere into the darkness. Gone off to join her pants and its missing button, whatever magical land they were sent to. Evelin wished she could disappear and join them. It pulled her to the edge of the table and held her legs apart, brushing its clothed crotch against hers. She could hardly see it in the dim lighting of the room, but there was a distinct and inhumanly large bulge pressing against her, pushing forward and rubbing against her, showing her what will happen to her. The anticipation of pain to come would break her. It would make certain of that.
Its hands were so large that the two combined could wrap around Evelin’s entire waist and lower back. She tried to reel her legs back to kick at it, but nothing would make it flinch. She couldn’t stop it from pulling her in and rubbing itself against her, tauntingly slow, making sure she felt every detail of its anatomy through its pants.
Evelin choked on a sob. “Please, just let me go.”
“This will become the only meaning to your life, until you decide to end it yourself.”
It pulled down its dress pants, which were tightening quickly. Evelin knew she should save her sanity by not letting herself see what was about to be in her, but she looked anyway. The damn thing had two cocks so large she had no idea how either one would fit in her. It was hard to see all of its features in the dark, but there was something off about its entire groin. Looking closer it seemed as though there was a sheath behind all of its parts that would normally keep everything tucked away neatly. “Cesar” took great pleasure in knowing that she was looking.
“Not what you’re used to, is it?” it said, as if reading her mind. “Not something I get to use every day, either. You’re not the first, but it’s certainly been a while. Oh, my… I think I can remember the last. So many years ago. I think…” It flashed her an evil, knowing smile. “... it must have been 1992.”
No. Not him.
“Do not worry, Evelin. Your dear friend Sarah will know all about what happened to you, too.”
This thing had been playing with their lives all this time. There was nothing she could do except lay there. Lay there and cry, wait, and suffer. And as she did, it stood over her licking its lips, drinking in her terror and misery through her misty eyes that were spilling over with tears. A sinister chuckle rumbled from its throat as it took hold of one of those appendages, the sickly wet and sticky sound making bile rise in Evelin’s throat. There was a thick string of slime between the two that broke when they were separated and the uppermost one was rubbed against her groin and belly, leaving a cold trail of sludge across her navel. It moved lower, rubbing the tip against her folds until they were soaked with its fluids.
One appendage lined up with her pussy, the other with her ass. Evelin felt herself starting to hyperventilate at the cold, slimy touch against her holes.The heads, by themselves, were already huge and forcing her to stretch.
“Don’t! Please, don’t!”
Pain seared through her as both cocks tore into her holes at once, stuffing her impossibly full, her hands grabbing at the wrists of the alternate in a white-knuckle grip.
“I suppose I could have at least given you something to bite down on,” it said insincerely, then shrugged. “Oh well.”
Evelin grit her teeth at its unforgiving pace. Warm tears streamed down past the corners of her eyes. The thick coating of tar-like slime kept her insides from tearing, but did little to ease the pain of such a wide stretch. Nor did it help the pain every time it slammed against the entrance to her cervix.
She wished she could hide her pain from this thing. Even if she didn’t cry or scream, it made it clear by now that it could see everything, even the fears she’d never told anybody. But if only she could at least save her tears, then at least she wouldn’t have to feel that long, wet tongue dragging across her cheeks as the creature bent down to sample her tears. A hard twitch inside her made her grip on its wrists tighten. If it had any blood, she would have been drawing some with how her nails dug into its fake skin.
An eager growl rumbled from its throat, the closest sound it was willing to make to a moan; anything else would be unseemly. “This is quite good… perhaps I shouldn’t be so quick to let you kill yourself. A shame that it’s my job to make sure you do.”
Part of its anatomy seemed to retract back into its sheath, allowing it to pull her body in closer until it was flush with its own and she had nowhere to struggle away to, its balls slapping repeatedly against her body with each thrust of its hips. Every few thrusts made its cocks twitch hard in unison, adding to the already unbearable stretch. It sneered down at her, cruel and sardonic, in contrast to its calmly cheerful tone.
“What would happen if I finished inside you, I wonder?”
Evelin’s mouth hung open as she processed what it had just said and strained to speak through the pain. “No, don’t! Don’t do that!”
“You don’t want to know? I’m curious. I have never heard of such a thing before. Why don’t we find out together?”
The creature bucked into her with stuttered thrusts, dropping any pretense of refinement and panting loudly like a wild animal. The cock in her ass suddenly fully retracted back into its sheath, while the other pressed hard against the opening to her cervix. “Cesar” snarled, stilling deep inside of her and gushing cum for what felt like forever to Evelin, until it was finally empty. Or at least, when she thought it was empty. She didn’t have the chance to feel relieved that it was over. As soon as the first cock was pulled out, the one that had been in her ass was unsheathed and plunged all the way to her cervix to replace it. It stroked the base hard and fast in its palm, snarling and cumming just as hard as before. Something unnaturally solid followed, rooting itself at her cervix.
“There. Now you won’t lose a single drop.”
When it pulled out for the last time, she was horrified to see that it was right. The only fluids that poured out of her and onto the floor was that foul-textured natural lubricant. Out of everything that fell out of her, very little, if any, came from the massive swell of cum that made Evelin feel like she was about to pop like an overblown balloon. Its cocks retracted back into their sheath, leaving no trace that it had genitalia at all as it pulled its pants back up.
“Pardon the mess,” it said. It had no intention of cleaning up that mess.
Her entire body felt sore. Raw. She didn’t think she could even put her pants back on, everything hurt so bad. The alternate gave her a few gentle pats on the head.
“Now, do me a favor and stay alive a little longer. I’d like to see if we’re compatible,” it said, then raised a finger to its lips. “But don’t tell anyone. That could mean trouble for me. You’re supposed to be dead, after all.”