Eleven tries to fight Vecna

She could not help herself; El cried out and thrust out her hand to push this monster away.

Making the foul thing turn towards her.

“It has been a long time, Eleven,” he rasped.

The monster: Vecna, Henry Creel, One. El gasped as he showed her how he had survived being banished to the Upside Down, revealing what the Mind Flayer had turned him into. Her mind and body recoiled as she saw him stalking through Hawkins, feeding on the fears of the depressed or traumatised. A pretty cheerleader, a bespectacled nerd, a muscly basketball player.

One by one, Vecna had found those with the least resistance to his mental powers. He had preyed on their weaknesses and doubts and desires, then he had brought them here.

To fuck them.

Each one of them had run from their hidden desires, from the self-loathing that had led them to fantasising about being debased, debauched, treated like sluts. Vecna had chased each of them, he had cornered and then he had slowly and cruelly exposed them to the reality of their every kink.