Afraid of the Dark

Afraid of the Dark

(Written by Leo “Papa Bear” Antazo)

“I’m afraid of the dark” Anne said to Tom as he was leading her into an alley just behind the bar where they met.  “You don’t have to worry. It won’t take long” Tom said as he grasped Anne’s left wrist so hard she squealed a little. “You’re hurting me” she said. “Doesn’t matter babe. We’re gonna have some fun in a bit.”

Tom was excited. His manhood almost bursting out of his pants as he imagined himself having his way with this young petite little thing. She caught his eye the moment she entered. Wearing a simple blue skirt and short sleeved white blouse under a brown cardigan. “Saleslady,” he thought. “should be easy” as he walked towards the bar where she had grabbed a seat.  Tom nonchalantly said hi and bought her a beer. She accepted and thanked him. “No problem” he said. He looked her up and down. She had a nice slim figure with ample breasts and buttocks. Tom licked his lips as be bought two more rounds before telling her they should take a walk outside to clear their heads.

Tom drew Anne closer and kissed her neck, he felt himself growing tighter as the young woman shuddered and started to whimper. He lifted up her skirt and tore off her panties. Tom was panting at this point and drooling all over himself as he lifted her up on a filthy trash bin.  He stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt and took off his belt.

“I’m afraid of the dark” Anne said once again as her tears rolled off the side of her face. “Why?” Tom asked as he pulled down his pants. “I’m afraid of the things in the shadows” Anne said. “Like what?” said Tom as he rushed towards Anne, his pants and underwear by his ankles. Anne looked at him. Tom saw her eyes were red but a little too red. Surely she hasn’t cried that much yet, has she? Anne smiled and he saw a row of razor sharp teeth protruding from her full lips. “Like me” the aswang whispered. Tom tried to pull back but she held him tight with both legs around his waist and her arms circling his neck in a grip of steel. The last thing Tom saw were the electric wires hanging above him as his neck was twisted upwards and sharp canines tore at his throat.



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