Vecna

Nancy looked up at Steve and Robin's faces and saw that they were both staring at something. Following their line of sight, Nancy gasped at the sight of the ghost standing in the doorway they had come through.

It was tall and gaunt, pale and mishappen. It would have looked like a muscled, naked man were it not for the black tentacles which snaked out from its back and shoulders and the monstrous, clawed left hand.

It was Vecna. Nancy remembered him from the dream, remembered what he had shown her. He had pulled her into his dream world, then he had shown her each and every one of her friends getting fucked, then fucking her. He had shown her what it would be like to have Steve in her ass, to have him cum so many times that every square inch of her skin was covered in his seed.

Nancy tried to press her thighs together as she felt the heat between her bare legs.

In front of her, Vecna smiled. As if he knew everything she was thinking about. Then he began to speak.

“I used to lay traps for animals when I was a child. I put honey into glasses for the flies, or dug holes in the woods for badgers or foxes. It was good sport: a hunter with all his brains and skills pitted against the unmindful prey. Even an empty snare was not a failure, merely another step of the challenge. It was good sport.”

“But then I caught something. Creeping towards my bait, I saw a rat one night. And with this vermin came a conundrum: what was to be done with it?”

Vecna lifted up one of his black, sharp fingernails and Nancy’s breath caught in her throat when the torchlight flashed off it. “I had a knife and I had something to kill with it. I was a predator and the lion does not give his prey a chance to escape. But when the blood was on my hands, I felt… empty. I had won. The snare was a success but that meant the game was over.”

“But the next time I checked my pit, I found two rats inside. And that meant double the fun. I did not put those ones out of their misery, oh no. Instead I watched. For days I watched as these creatures came to the realisation that they were helpless, that there was no way out. I enjoyed watching what they did to each other then.”

Steve looked up at the ghost without a hint of fear in his eyes. “So we’re the rats, right?”

“Yes,” the dust parted as the spectre’s mouth split into a smile. “And no. You humans make for very different test subjects. Because no matter what their intelligence is, a homo sapien is always more than a dumb animal. When trapped, it will try to bargain, or threaten, or beg. I will let the three of you in on a secret: the begging is my favourite part.”

“What do you want from us?” Robin said cautiously.

The ghost held up its book but Nancy saw that it was more like a clipboard. “A good scientist does not want anything from their test subjects. They just want results. I have a hypothesis, and with you and your friends I can put my theory to the test.”

Nancy gulped. “And what’s your theory?”

“That a human being will do anything when the right pressures are applied.”

Nancy was very aware of the bindings wrapped around her chest, of the tendrils that were wound over her bare thighs. She did not dare ask anything else of Vecna. Steve and Robin stayed silent too, waiting.

To see what this monster was going to try and make them do.