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I first met the twins when I started university. Freshers week. We became friends. They were odd looking and wore black clothes, black lip gloss and black eyeliner, but then people had always thought me strange, the way I looked and behaved, so perhaps we matched.That first term, we went for coffee or a drink. Just now and again. It was the sort of friendship I’d had through school; the nerdy and unpopular girls sticking together, but then it all changed. Someone had invited them to a New Year’s Eve party. They insisted I go too. They didn’t want to call the evening a date, but it was how it felt.We all got very drunk and ended up in bed. Naked. Sleeping with sisters was odd, but they didn’t seem to mind sharing. We only kissed, touched, and stuff. We didn’t fuck, but that was okay. It was my first time having sex (other than playing with myself). I didn’t want to complain but had to admit; I wanted more.They wanted to see me every day after and asked a lot of questions. At first, it was about sex, or in my case, the lack of it, but they then turned to my psychic ability. I can hear things others can’t. It’s like having visions, I said. They thought it was a gift, but to me, it was a curse. It occasionally seemed as if my virginity and talent were all that mattered, but I didn’t mind. I’d never been in a relationship with anyone. People Acıbadem Escort Bayan considered me weird. These two made me feel good.They asked me if we might do something for Valentine’s night. The three of us. They wanted to surprise me so wouldn’t say what, but promised it would be special. Of course, I agreed. I even rushed out and bought a new dress. One that unzipped. In case they had plans.When the day came, I had difficulty concentrating and missed classes to get ready. I’d never bothered before about things like shaving my armpits and pubic hair, but I wanted to look my best. For them.I took a taxi. The girls gave me the address. The place was way out in the countryside, in the middle of nowhere. They were waiting by a pair of iron gates. When we pushed through them, I realised it was a graveyard. It was creepy.They led me to a building. Cobwebs hung off the door, and the hinges squealed. Inside was old and smelled damp. I remember being surprised at how clean it looked for somewhere that no one used. The girls lit candles, black candles. They gave me black roses.We had drinks, lots of drinks, and ate food sitting on the floor. The girls started smoking something that smelt strange. I said no when they offered me a puff, but I was by then too drunk to resist. It made my lungs burn, and Escort Kaynarca I coughed until I was almost sick.They asked if I wanted to have proper sex. When I questioned if that meant me losing my virginity, they said yes. I couldn’t stop myself from grinning. Every word I spoke after that seemed funny. We all had the giggles. I started laughing so much that I had to go pee.Even though it was cold, I went outside. When I pulled my panties down, there were marks on the gusset so I took them off. It seemed somehow preferable if someone did not see me in dirty underwear if they were going to fuck me, even if those stains were because I’d been so aroused.As I crouched to pee, I noticed sounds coming from the shadows. Murmuring. For most of my life, I’d heard the voices of people that may not be there, but this was different. This felt sinister.Back inside, there were markings on the floor. Circles. Lines. They were shapes I recognised, but between the alcohol and what I’d been smoking, I couldn’t find the names. Why I hadn’t noticed them before? The girls were sitting holding hands, eyes closed, chanting words I didn’t understand.The girls became animated when I sat back down and said something was going on outside. They told me to think about sex, to imagine being fucked, and to want it more than I’d Aydınlı Escort ever wanted anything. “It won’t happen unless you ask.” I didn’t meet the girls again after that night, so never got the chance to let them explain, but it soon became clear what they meant. The door opened. Someone was waiting.I’d left my flat expecting to have sex with the two girls, not a stranger, but that wasn’t the thing that troubled me. The voices outside had now gathered close, chattering and insistent. Their noise seeped into my consciousness. We had summoned them. They’d done all we asked.The girls made me stand and held my arms. I had no wish to escape and run, but with their hands pressing hard into my muscles, I didn’t have a choice. They said again, “It won’t happen unless you ask,” but this time told me to speak the words, to say that I wanted to be fucked. I needed to beg. I obeyed.The voices fell silent. Someone or something stood in front of me. I have tried several times to recall features, to describe what this thing was, but failed. I know it had male genitalia, so referred to it as a man, but I wasn’t at all sure it was human. There was, however, a strange odour I remembered. For a long time, a match being struck would trigger vivid memories of all that followed.The man’s eyes studied me, delving deep into my mind, and reading my thoughts. His hands tore at my clothes, removing them and leaving me naked and vulnerable. He explored the shape of my body, at first with his fingers, then harder with razor-sharp nails. I screamed as he incised my skin, and again when he cut my nipple. Still, the girls held me firm. I still had no wish to escape.
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