Nicole

You open your eyes, but its too dark to see and you cant move.
Are you still dreaming?
No, that cant be it, you can feel your feet.
You try to move but you are being restrained by something thin yet hard and cold, you can feel it pressing into your skin when you try to shift around, you can barely lift your arms a few millimetres.
It feels like... chains? Why are you chained? Who? When? Again, why?
Why are you naked? Why does this chair feel so comfortable against your hairy, naked buttocks?
Nothing but questions  echo in your mind, you even wonder what kind of material the floor is made of.
Its marble.
Recently polished.
The last thing you can remember is going to bed, you were quite sleepy after those drinks at breakfast. How pathetic, your ancestors would laugh at you.
Trying to feel your surroundings, you find out that you are sitting on a chair of some sort, feels like a typical wooden kitchen chair.
It was futile attempting to stand up or otherwise relocate it.
The chair might as well had been the universe itself for it refused to budge, you would probably had budged yourself had the chains not been there to restrict your movements.
You will not be having any happy feet for a while.
A few moments pass as you try to make sense of the situation, mildly panicking and stubbornly try to move.
No.
That was not happening.
You couldnt even make a sound except for low grunts, the only results you got were some minor aching.
Pointlessly trying to look at your sides while trying to force your arm far enough to snap the chain, a light lights up the room, temporarily blinding you as you react to see what was happening.

In enters a woman in a blue jacket. A lamia; a woman with a snake for a lower body. A non-human entity. Plainly - she is a monster.
Her tails stretches out several meters and is covered with white scales but a thin line of red scales run the length of her tail on her left and right side, she is an albino of her species.
Her entire body is quite sleek and gracious, and her human body is toned with a hint of muscle.
Named Nicole, she is your girlfriend as of five years ago.
But her smile is not that of a lover welcoming home her beloved.
You fucked up now son, you fucked up hard.
You dont know what you did, but you know you fucked up, and now you will be punished.
It was only the second time you ever seen it, but you would never forget the horror.
Immense dread takes over your body as you recall the last time she smiled like that.

It was perhaps just little bit over three years ago when a manticore had come to your house under the guise of being a Jehovas Witness and tried to seduce you.
Poor girl, they never did find her body.
You still remember Nicole holding her flayed and mutilated skull; no jaw, teeth or even flesh remained.
Only blood and thin, thin remnants so to speak remained.
The eyes were gone but you could have sworn that you saw her tears having been burned into her very skull.
You had nightmares for an entire year after that.
Needless to say, the sex was very awkward that night.
Most people would have been too afraid to be intimate with their lovers after that, or too afraid to become stiff, but you were quite the opposite.
No, you HAD to be the opposite.
You dared not think of what would happen if you didnt please her.

And now, that smile is directed to you.
Your entire existance is pushing you to run, but you are stiff from fear, even your hair reaches out like spears.
You can not even move your eyes.
You can not even feel the sweat pouring out from every orifice of your body, all you feel is mindnumbing fear.
She slither into the room holding a large candle with an unusually large flame, the only source of light in this world of darkness after she closed the door.
Slithering up to you and placing the candle gently before you, the light from the flame give her a menacing look, and reveals a knife being held in her left hand.
It looks so sharp that you could almost smell how sharp it is, something you would be grateful for.
A dull knife would have been far, far worse for what was to come.
"W-what is going on Nicole? What are you up to?" you sheepishly ask her, still hoping that its just a practical joke.
She just circles around you, gazing deeply into your eyes as you twist and turn to look at her.
She doesnt speak, all you can hear is her scales sliding across the floor as she moves closer to you until the both of you are just maybe five or six centimeters away from eachothers face.
Still smiling, she takes up her knife without uttering a single word and brings it to your left ear, resting against the top of your ear, right where its joined with the rest of your head and she opens her mouth as she grabs ahold of the larger part of your ear as you nervously try to look at her hands.

"You need to be punished." your breathing and heartbeats speed up, sweat drips down from your forehead into your eye.
"AAAAAAAAAGH!"
You reel your head back as it explodes with pain, screaming and staring into the ceiling, tossing your head in all directions as the blood splatters across the floor.
Coming back to control, you stare at her in disbelief as shes quite proudly putting your ear into a tissue that she folds together and puts in a pocket after shes done licking it clean from blood.
"GODDAMNIT! What the hell arghhhhh you doing!?"
You scream at her with a voice filled with anger and pain while looking around to find something, ANYTHING to help you.
Still reeling from the pain of losing your ear, your eyes widen in realisation that she is risping the skin of your upper right thigh in a circular motion with the knife.
"Hey Anon", you hear her whisper as she lean in towards your remaining ear, "i heard about these things called pressure points in the human body, how they can do... strange things."

"No... no... please dont." you plead while gasping for air.
"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME!" she howls at you and a surge of pain runs through you as the knife goes through your thigh and hits the bone, arcing and cutting off even more of your flesh and something which you at the moment only recognize as "important."
"Teehee, i guess im no good at it after all." she innocently claims as she slowly pulls out the knife and nibbles on your ear while you try your hardest to overcome the pain that sends your brain into panic mode.
"I must must must ga-aaaaaaaaaaout of here!" you scream in your mind and you violently try to throw your body away from her to no avail.
"The Emperor demands the extermination of heretics - but dont worry, i will purify your soul and save you, honey."
You look at her in confusion.
What is she talking about? The Emperor is dead.
But you dont dare open your mouth.
You dont know much, but you know that its bad to oppose an inquisitor, which you assume she is acting like.
"You know, i am a fan of Batman." she continues while gently stroking your hair while you stare at her with your eyes open wide, feeling the blood flow across your skin and the burning and pounding sensations that you try your best to ignore even as you grit your teeth so hard you almost crack a tooth.
"I love the old tv-series with Adam West, but the movies arent so bad. I liked them, even all the cool puns. The Nolan trilogy, not so much. I feel that they lost the Batman feeling. But the Joker was glorious, i really enjoyed his work. And there was this one thing he taught me..."

Oh no - you know exactly what she is talking about.
You turn your head away from her just in time to see the approaching knife coming from her other hand but you cant get far - those five centimeters will not make a difference.
The edge of the blade is lightly placed on your chin, angled along your jaw and then taken away, rendering a thin, thin cut that only draws a single tiny drop of blood along the faint red line.
"Silly me, i shouldn't take your jaw! That wouldn't be good."
Finally a break? Nope, she is now sizing up your fingers.
Looking at your left hand, she runs her fingers over yours.
"I need to do a proper job. Like you always said; 'go big or go home'. I cant go home, because i already AM home!"

SCHKK

You scream out random obscenities and tighten your left hand from the pain of losing your pinkie.
This pain was becoming familiar to you.
Disregarding your pride you beg for her mercy, you felt tears forming in your eyes.
"Dont do that, it will be trickier for me to do this if you do that." she pleads with you in a tone that would almost make you think she was concerned about you.
But you didnt hear her.
Your attention was focused on her tail wrapping around your arm, and you didnt like it one bit.
She wraps her tail two times above the elbow and tightens, you can feel the pressure building up on your arm.
A sound unlike anything you ever heard overshadowed by the scream you produce from the pain of having your arm snapped in half, a scream that could shake the heavens.
Your entire body goes into shutdown for what seems to be an hour while you are overcome with the immense pain, even your eyes feel like they are on fire.
Inhaling and exhaling enough air to make you dizzy you glance at your mangled arm only to scream again and go into panic.
The bone is sticking out like a piece of sharpened bamboo from a carcass that had fought a tank, blood gushing out and marrow seeping out from inside the bone.
"Snap out of it" she commands, walloping you a good one across the face, silencing you as more tears fall and you mutter something to yourself that you dont even know what you are saying.
You feel her cutting off the remaining fingers on your left hand as you cry what seems to be an entire lifestime worth, the pain draining all your strength and preventing you from screaming or moving your hand, all you can do is grit your teeth and wish for someone to hear you and come to your rescue.
But she is not finished with just your fingers.
Seeing the bone protruding out from your arm, she quietly mutters to herself "Well, this doesn't look too good. I need to deal with it." as she takes the knife and cuts your arm off where it was broken and uses the candle to sear the flesh to prevent you from bleeding out.
You could really feel the blade go through your flesh and work the tendons as she tugged on your arm to stretch the sinew so that the knife could cut them off properly.
The ride is not over yet.
She embraces your head, almost smothering you with her breasts, your blood trickles down from your head void of any sentient thought, runs down her breast and dissapears down her cleavage.
"Do you see what you make me do honey? I have to hurt because you misbehave."
Is she insane?
You take a breather as she seems to lose herself in thought, its dead silent except for your heavy panting and the blood dripping from your various wounds.
You have to get out there.
Fast.
You wriggle the stump out from the chain that was holding your upper arm in place and the chain obviously makes a ruckus as it falls to the floor.
In the pain and desperation, you forgot that metal sounds. Alot.
You immediatly realise that this was a horrible mistake and you slowly raise your face and meet Nicoles gaze, who is no longer smiling.
She is simply looking straight into your eyes and the smile returns. As does the knife.
She coils around your body with her entire tail and she is now practically sitting ontop of your lap, pressing your feet into the floor, embracing your neck with her one hand and arcing your head forwards towards her as you close your eyes in a feeble attempt to distance yourself from your fate.
A new sharp pain above the eyes makes its debut as vision returns to you, albeit its darkened by blood.
But you see something shiny approaching your right eye and you scream for mercy as you realise that she just cut off your eyelids, and now she's going for your eyes.
Almost like digging out a kiwifruit, she pushes the blade in at the edge of the eyesocket and rotates it around, cutting parts of the eyes off in the process and there is nothing you can do but scream as she grabs whats left of your eyes, pulls them out and tosses them on the floor.
Your body shakes, its going into shock.
But you are overcome with anger as you hear her laugh "I will make you all mine! You can't leave me if you can't see, hear, smell or even talk to another woman! Hahaha!"
Wait...
See.
Hear.
Smell.
Talk.
Your anger subsides as your old friend terror reappears to remind you of who you are dealing with.
You raise your face in a retarded attempt to look at her as you feel a grip on your right ear, and the wet discomfort of a tongue entering your ear and wiggling around.
You can hear her pant as she gently whispers to you "Dont worry my love, you will never hear anyone call me a 'fat snake' ever again." and then you dont hear anything other than complete silence as you feel your ear dissapear from your head.

You dont even feel pain any more.
You just feel cold. Perhaps Death have finally came to claim you.
You silently praise the Heavens inside your mind.
Something thick grabs ahold of your throat, suffocating you and forcing you to open your mouth to gasp for air but you quickly close it again hoping this will be the end but it was in vain as you feel something hit your mouth and your teeth gathers in a pile in the back of your throat and fingers enters your mouth and pulls out your tongue as you cough out your own teeth.
You can feel her gripping the tongue that is immediatly pierced in the middle by something sharp which is swiftly cut to the side and then fully cutting the tongue off.
Tossed down onto the floor and your mouth forced open by her hands, you can feel a strong source of heat get closer to your face until you can feel whatever remains of your tongue get cauterized and your lips melt from the flames.
Finally, your conscience shuts down.

--

Time passes and you wake up, you can feel that you are lying down, surrounded by something soft.
Moving your arm and legs, you take comfort in thinking that you have been rescued.
You cant see, hear or speak, and you are missing an arm, but atleast you are still alive!
A life of total darkness and fear, but a life.
And you smell like bacon.
You relax and do your best to ignore the pain throughout your body as well as the phantom pains and try sleep as you feel a warm hand on your cheek.
Wait a minute.

That hand feels awfully familiar...