A Cold Day in Hell (An Erotic Paranormal Short Story) by Deni D'Amore Page A

secrets here. She
came because she still doesn’t know, thought a secret part of her wonders. The
weak-minded male who fell into your snares didn’t tell her.”
    It paused, and the icy eyes seemed to be looking
into a distance future. “In fact, he never will tell her, and she will at least
be spared knowing how you both betrayed her. The husband thinks he got off
lucky. He learned nothing and will do this again and again.” The splintered
teeth gleamed in an icy smile. “Of course, he doesn’t realize that we’re
holding a special place for him here, when the time is right.”
    Dream or not, she was ready for this to end. She
screamed to wake herself, but it only echoed shrilly through the bowels of the
cave. She pinched her arm again, feeling a flare of true pain. She remained
where she was, shivering and eyeing the beast in front of her.
    The demon behaved as though the scream hadn’t
happened. "Your wrongs must be righted before you can ever hope to leave
Hell. A few people do leave. It only seems like forever."
    "H-how do I right my wrongs? I don't understand..."
    The smile widened, exposing rows of chipped and
splintered ice. "You will."
    Reaching out with razored claws, it sliced away the thin
clothes she wore. They fell in pieces on the ice, garish blobs of color on
monotone gray. No underwear. She was naked in her heels, shivering as her
nipples contracted into tight, pale pink caps on her generous rounded breasts.
    The demon gripped her arm and propelled her to the
other side of the cave, to a stalagmite of ice that rose up from the floor. It
picked her up, lifting her weightlessly over its head. She screamed, certain
she was about to be skewered. Instead, it lowered her to straddle the ice
tower. With the height of her heels, the frozen tip of the stalagmite just
brushed her shaved pubic mound.
    She looked down at it, realizing with growing terror
that it wasn't just random ice. It was a frozen dildo that rose up from the
floor, some three feet of it, a full six inches around from top to bottom.
    She looked at the demon in wordless horror.
    "Since you were cold and wouldn't fuck those
you teased, your punishment is to be fucked by the very coldness you created.
When the ice is gone, you may stand a chance of leaving." The tone was
grating, chilly, impassive. There would be no pleading with such a voice.
    "But I'll freeze!" Oh for fuck’s sake,
wake up, wake up!
    Another forty-below smirk. "You can't. You
aren't alive. It will be somewhat uncomfortable at times, but..." The
snow-capped shoulders shrugged. "That's why it's Hell. You can refuse, of course,
but then you'll certainly never leave. You might even learn to like it. Who
knows?"
    The demon shambled back to its original place, then
paused. "A word of advice. Nothing but your cunt will melt the ice. Not
your body heat, your breath, your hands. Not even your ass.” It crouched into a
pile, giving her a final wintry glance as it settled into silence. In a very
short time, there was nothing more than frosty pile of ice to witness her fear.
    Dara shook her head, wondering if the entire
conversation had been a hallucination. The hard, unyielding ice still pressed
without mercy against her pussy. It felt real enough.
    "You've got to be fucking KIDDING me!" she
shrieked to the empty cave. “WAKE UP, YOU CRAZY BITCH, WAKE UP!”
    Silence mocked her again. The cold sank into her
like freezing fire, numbing her to the bone, making her wish she could freeze
to death and fall into peaceful sleep. But she was either already dead, or this
was a dream. Either way, she’d have to see it through to have any hope of ending
it. Hell or hallucination made little difference now.
    She spread her legs wider, wincing as the hard ice
pressed against her pussy. It was the only thing about her that was warm now.
The tip became smoother as her deepest heat melted the surface, making it
easier to tolerate than the hard-frozen cold when it had first touched her. She
tried to