Blaze Is Watching Lois

Crimson hands made mystic passes above the shallow pool. The black waters were still, with an almost mirror-like quality, like liquid obsidian...but reflected on that surface was not the horned image of the demon Blaze, but of a woman, grasping her abdomen in pain, wandering through the dark tunnels.

A grin split Blaze's features, to show her sharp white teeth.

"Where do you think you're going, Lois Lane?" she whispered, knowing the reporter could not hear her. "There is no escape from this hell of your own making. No, it is too late now. You will feel every moment as that stony cock violates your womb...and as for what comes after!"

Laughter echoed in the demon's lair...dark and maniacal, the laugh of a diseased mind, who had stared so long into the abyss that the ultimate darkness had become a part of their soul, an emptiness that waited forever to be filled...hungering always for the light of others, swallowing them whole, yet never satisfied.

Lois Lane shivered as though someone had just walked over her grave. In the dark, with only her smartphone to provide light, she wandered the tunnels. Her every sense was on edge, trying to pick out any movement in the air, any sound that might suggest there was a way out...

Then she fell to her knee, bile in her throat. She turned her head into the open sewer on her right, sick with pain. The stone inside of her was pressing hard against her cervix now, and it was more than a constant presence. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, that muscle was giving way, pushed apart from the outside...and it hurt. It hurt so bad that Lois wanted to just curl up and cry. To die and let it just be over.

The reporter pulled herself to her feet.

"Not going to die," she said, as she staggered forward, one foot in front of the other. "Not down here. Not like this. There's always a way out. Just got to...keep walking."

The reporter wondered if this was what it was like for women who got pregnant when they didn't want to be. Just to carry that weight inside of them, like they were being fucked all the time. A constant reminder of their failure, the consequences of their lust. The reporter tried to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth, to keep from puking again. She would need all her strength...

Lois turned a corner, and found something different from all these endless tunnels.