To Ensure No One Is Forgotten...

Maria mouthed the words from the prayer ever so slowly, her heavy lidded eyes could see the shadows pulse as she stumbled to remain focused on the prayer. It would encroach then withdraw back, as if waves washing up calmly on a beach. A beach that was under threat of disappearing beneath a tide of evil. That is until the sunset, the fading light removing her ability to see the darkness her faith was holding back.

Maria rocked back and forth trembling. Her voice had long ago faded, yet she still mouthed the words she dared not to stop praying. Her adrenaline was running out, she was tired, hungry, and her throat had gone dry what seemed like hours ago.

Feeling the surge on her palm she redoubled her efforts.

Peeking an eye open she quickly clamped it shut, swallowing painfully as she tried not to think about the dread at what was going on around her. Trying not to think about the two shadow casting feet visible under the door, with what little light now remained.

“Maaaaaa… Reeee….Aaaaa….” The voice was mockingly sing song, beckoning her from beyond the edge of the corruption's advance on her corner of fear, calling for her to come open the door… Again.

“Why don't you come out and play?” The question was followed by a slow, long drawn out moan. “Mmm… I have Estelle here from the laundry.” Maria struggled to focus on her words, the groan and slurping sending a chill down her spine.

“You can hhhave hhher where you always felt ssshhheee belonged. On her knees beneathhh you. OOHH…. Ssshhheee isss ssso good there.” She recognized Stacey’s voice, despite the strangely deep reptilian growl.

Maria tried not to think about the 60 plus year old Panamanian woman she always argued with in the laundry. Pursing her lips, she spared a moment to feel sorry that Estelle too had fallen to the evil. Quickly resuming her mental prayer trying to purge thoughts about what happened to the manager from her head.

It was her fault.

What had Lucille done to condemn them all, how had Maria not seen or acted sooner.

The religious woman peeked at her clasped hands, staring at the itching spot where age had given away to vane youth. The patch of skin she despised and tried to ignore. It tingled pleasurably, but she knew better than to accept the vane pleasant temptations of evil.

The door unlocked and swung open, revealing the stripped latin laundry worker on her knees, head being bobbed up and down on Stacey's cock without any sign of consent. Her body bore all the hallmarks of a 20 year old beauty, glistening in the skin clinging moisture of the mist that had spread out from the laundry room.

“Too bad you can’t sssave hhherrr.” Stacey hissed with delight looking into the darkened room, where Maria hid, fearfully of the darkness encroaching upon her. Stacey's tongue could taste the fear and stress Maria was feeling on the air. It delighted him as he played with her morals.

Maria felt a weight growing in her stomach, watching as Estelle’s head was guided by the scaly clawed hands. Chokes and gags of distress slowly escalated as Stacey growled ever louder as he grew closer to climax.

Maria felt like she had to do something unsure of if she could, as her lips pursed, the sudden ache of her facial muscles announcing itself after so many words mouthed aloud and to herself.