G. M. Fairy Scream for Me

The harbinger of fear, the predator of the night... I feast on human terror, drinking in their screams like the sweetest nectar. But when I stumble through the portal into her room and hear her cries of pleasure, a far darker, primal hunger takes hold. She belongs to me now. I need to hear her scream like that again, and I will, even if I have to break her apart. The woman stolen from her world and thrust into a realm of nightmares... I felt it-eyes watching me from the darkness, golden and unblinking from the shadows of my closet. The thought sent a shiver through me, twisting into something illicit as I let my fingers wander. But when he pounced, dragging me into his cold, merciless world, the thrill turned to terror. Now, he demands my pleasure, my screams, but I refuse to surrender without a fight.