The Night Visitor

As the night drew near, the young woman felt a sense of dread creeping up on her.
She knew what was coming, yet she felt powerless to stop it. It had been happening every night for the past month - the demon would come to her in her sleep, possess her in the most savage ways, and leave her bruised and broken.

She could feel the demon's presence even before it arrived - a chill that ran down her spine, a fetid odor that filled her nostrils. She tried to hide under the covers, but it was no use. The demon slipped in effortlessly, its cold, slimy body pressing against her own.

She felt its claws graze her skin, leaving deep marks that would linger long after it was gone. Its hot breath sent shivers down her spine as it licked and nibbled at her neck and breasts, its eyes burning into hers with a fierce hunger.

She knew she should fight back, scream for help, but she was too paralyzed with fear and desire. The demon had a hold on her, a power that she couldn't resist. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, and she found herself begging for more even as she cried out in pain.

As the demon finally retreated, leaving her panting and writhing in its wake, she knew that she was trapped. Every night, she waited for its arrival, dreading the moment and yet longing for it at the same time. She knew that it was only a matter of time before it consumed her completely, body and soul.
But for now, she could only wait, and hope that the dawn would come quickly.