Astra's POV:
Marcus and I sat on his couch, lost in conversation. "Things are really going off, but I don't know what. I have this feeling it's all connected somehow," he said.
I nodded, sharing his concern. "With the chaos in Egypt and everything else… I don't know what to say."
Marcus leaned in, his voice low. "I don't think it's terrorist organizations mobilizing civilians. Something else is happening, something the media's hiding."
I studied his determined expression, then leaned in, pressing my lips to his. "What's that for?" he asked, surprised.
"Just go with it," I whispered.
Our kiss deepened, passion igniting. We shed our shirts, and Marcus' hands found my breasts, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned, our lips still locked.
We broke apart, gasping, and I unbuckled his belt. Our pants followed, and we surrendered to our desires. I straddled him, our bodies moving in sync.
We tumbled off the couch, Marcus now on top, his thrusts sending waves of pleasure through me. I moaned, my nails digging into his back.
"Yes, baby, suck that pussy," I whispered, lost in ecstasy.
Marcus obliged, his tongue sending me soaring. We switched positions, our bodies entwined, our love-making intense.
Afterward, we lay on the floor, panting. "That was amazing," I whispered, still on top of Marcus. "I haven't had good sex in years."
Marcus smiled. "Really? Are you serious?"
I nodded, my face flushing. "Yes, ugh, you're so good."
Just then, James burst in, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh my gosh, so you two finally did it, huh? He finally put it in, huh?"
Mortified, Marcus and I scrambled to dress.
"How'd you get in? The door was locked," Marcus asked, annoyance lacing his voice.
James chuckled. "You gave me and my sister spare keys, remember?"
Marcus nodded curtly, and James disappeared into his room, laughing.
The awkwardness lingered.
Next morning, Marcus and I ventured out, trying to shake off the previous night's embarrassment.
"Sorry about James," I said. "He's just annoying."
Marcus reassured me with a smile. "It's no problem."
Suddenly, a demon-possessed body attacked an ice cream seller before our eyes. The demon's claws pierced the seller's chest, infecting him.
Marcus fought off the demon, but it persisted. Its grotesque appearance sent chills down our spines.
We fled, panic setting in. The street, once bustling with life, was now a breeding ground for demonic possession.
Bodies possessed by demons attacked non-possessed individuals, chaos erupting.
We ran, desperate to escape the spreading darkness.
"What's happening?" I screamed, clinging to Marcus.
He pulled me closer. "I don't know, but we need to get out of here. Now."
Ike's POV:
I opened my door to Maryam's bright smile. We spent the afternoon watching Korean movies, sharing roasted fish and chilled drinks. As the credits rolled, I leaned in to sip from her drink, but accidentally kissed her instead.
Awkwardness hung in the air until Maryam suggested another movie. As she browsed through her PC, I drew her close, my hands tracing her shoulders.
She turned, our lips met, and the tension dissipated. My fingers danced across her body, igniting a spark. Maryam's eyes fluttered shut, her breathing quickened.
I deepened our kiss, my hands exploring her curves. Her nipples hardened beneath my touch, and she moaned.
My fingers slipped into her vagina, and she arched her back. Our lips parted, and she gazed up at me, lost in pleasure.
Clothes scattered, and Maryam straddled me, riding my penis with abandon. I rolled her onto her back, thrusting deeper.
Our bodies entwined, passion consumed us. Maryam's moans filled the room, and I savored every moment.
Afterward, we lay entwined, gasping. "Wow, just wow. I can't believe this actually happened," Maryam whispered.
I chuckled, standing up. "I'll be back. Let me grab some drinks."
At the shop, chaos erupted. People ran, screaming. A demon-possessed body attacked me, claws outstretched.
I fought it off and sprinted back to Maryam. "There's a riot outside. We're not safe. Get dressed, we need to leave."
Maryam's eyes widened as she packed her belongings. Demon-possessed bodies invaded our compound, infecting tenants.
We fled, fighting our way through the chaos. But amidst the turmoil, disaster struck. A demon attacked Maryam, piercing her chest with its claws.
I struck the demon with a wooden log, cradling Maryam as life seeped from her eyes. "I don't want to die," she whispered.
I held her close, reassuring her, but it was too late. Maryam's body went limp, and a scream tore from my throat. "No!"
Tears streaming down my face, I held her lifeless body, unaware that another demon would soon claim her.
Ike's POV:
I held Maryam's lifeless body, grief consuming me. But then, her limbs began to twist and contort, bones cracking as they rearranged into unnatural positions.
"What the hell is happening?" I screamed, horrified.
Maryam's eyes snapped open, but instead of warmth, they blazed with an inky blackness. Her head swiveled towards me, her face twisted in a macabre grin.
I recoiled, terror-stricken, as she lunged at me. Another demon had possessed her body.
I pushed her away, but she kept coming, claws outstretched. "Maryam, stop it! What are you doing?!"
She didn't respond, her eyes vacant of recognition. I pleaded, hoping some spark of Maryam remained, but she only attacked.
I dodged her claws, but one grazed my chest, piercing the skin. I shoved her off, preventing the infection from taking hold.
"I'm sorry, Maryam," I whispered, before fleeing.
I collapsed at a safe distance, tears streaming down my face. But instead of dying, I felt a searing pain in my chest. My eyes turned dark, but not completely, and I coughed up blackened blood.
Stunned, I stumbled to a nearby car and ripped open my shirt, revealing a strange mark on my chest.
"What's happening to me?" I muttered.
A demon-possessed body charged towards me but halted, sensing something different. It growled, then turned away.
Perplexed, I wandered through the chaos-filled streets. Demon-possessed bodies roamed, yet none attacked me.
I approached Abdul and his cult members, hiding in fear.
"Hey yo! You no go con hide here," Abdul sneered.
I smiled grimly. "I don't think so. It's time for you to pay for what you did."
Abdul and his cohorts exchanged confused glances.
"Huh?" Abdul stuttered.
My eyes locked onto theirs, and for the first time, I felt a hunger for revenge, fueled by the darkness spreading within me.
"You should be afraid," I whispered, my voice dripping with menace. "You should be very afraid".