Plucked Strings

"My Muse! Don't you dare lay a finger on her you freak!" Taliesin screamed as the wall of flesh encircled his beloved parasite. He could hear her tormented cries echo in his head as he struggled against the seemingly shapeless abomination trying to take them. "I won't let you take her!"

"You don't have a choice in the matter. All those labeled as enemies of the Holy Trinity are subject to the Master's wrath, and you are just two of many who will face judgment." A sagging face that formed in the melting folds murmured. The empty sockets that made the eyes and mouth swirled together to form the face of that nun that they ran into earlier.

"You-! I will break you in two you horrid monstrosity!" Taliesin pulled his wrist free, but even more tendrils grabbed ahold of him. His violin parasite twisted and turned under the strength of this creature, and he made an effort to reach for her. His effort was thwarted as the face swam through the air and stopped in front of him, morphing into the figure of a busty woman.

"Oh, but don't you enjoy beautiful women, Taliesin? Won't you stay and revel in countless delights?" Her voice teased. He bared his teeth and strained against the tentacle wrapping around his neck, choking the air out of him. His body ached as he continued his fight. Muse's voice called to him in desperation.

"Taliesin! Please! I'm scared!"

"M-Muse!" The man hacked, trying to pry the appendages off of him. "Get-! Get away from her! Muse!!"  His vision grew faded as the horrid landscape in front of him blurred into a miasma of reds, blues, and purples. "I-! You can't have her! Let go of me!"

"Do not fret, Taliesin. Your struggling is only going to lengthen your torment." The woman threw an arm around his shoulder and pulled him into her bosom. "Let your spirit release itself from its mortal bonds. Become one with the Trinity."

The musician gasped, feeling his face buried in the warm flesh, but it wasn't like a normal woman's. It pulsed and writhed, sucking him into it like quicksand. He made one last effort to free himself.

He clasped the first thing he could get his fingers on and pushed, hoping to free his face long enough to stave off unconsciousness. However, his strength overpowered his frail limbs, and he could hear his fingers break under the pressure. Feeling his body being consumed, he let out a desperate, almost animalistic cry, yet no sound escaped his throat. All he could hear was his Muse calling out for him. Begging for him to free them of this nightmare.

But he wasn't strong enough, he couldn't save them.