Back to Eleven

Just as tentacles curled around the teens’ legs, snaking towards their asses, El felt herself gag and she pulled out of poor Chrissy’s mind and back into the present, on the hellish red plain.

She looked up at the creature she had once known as One and felt only disgust. “You’re a monster! You always were and you always will be.”

“I know what I am,” Vecna said, his gravelly voice echoing into the fabric of the Upside Down. “I do what I do because I know that there are no rules, no morals, no humanity in here. There is just survival, the survival of the strongest, and seizing the power one needs to surpass all others.”

“I know what I am, and now they know what they are,” Vecna held out his arm and El turned around, looking closer at the black trees that sprouted from the ground.

Vecna’s first three victims were all bound to each of the closest growths. Their arms and legs were bent behind their backs by inky tendrils, exposing them to the elements. Chrissy’s cum-pied vagina and the boys’ limp dicks all looked red and sore from misuse. Between sticky white splotches, the cheerleader’s breast-bound chest was covered in red marks that made it look like she had been slapped.

Looking up towards the older blonde girl’s stained face, El felt ashamed for staring as she saw the humiliated red blush on her pale face.

“You’ve been fucking them for days,” El said, feeling both queasy and feeling the first tremors of fear at the depths One would sink to. “Why just these three?”

Vecna’s skeletal face split into a demonic smile. “Who said it was just these three?”

Feeling her heart sink straight down into her stomach, El turned as Vecna gestured to where Max, her best-friend, had been standing…