Craving You So Bad

📅 Published on April 14, 2022

“Craving You So Bad”

Written by Kyle Harrison
Edited by Craig Groshek and Seth Paul
Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek
Narrated by N/A

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This happened about six years ago, when I was spending some time in the big house for a few misdemeanors.

In a way, this pushed me to get on the straight and narrow.

I’ve never really given myself permission to talk about it, but my therapist says it’s part of the healing process so…here goes.

I was a different person back then.  Living on the streets of Detroit and as part of a gang, I thought I knew what it meant to be tough.  Breaking into cars and just straight up robbing people at gunpoint was almost a daily thing for me as part of the gang.  I wasn’t the one scared; I was the predator.  Having people avoid you and go the other way when they saw you coming gave you a false sense of power.  Or at least for me, it did.

The more things I would do, the bolder I would get.  The more dangerous stunts I would pull.

Maybe part of it was because, inwardly, I was begging for a better life?  Who knows.  All I know is that eventually, my luck ran out, and I got caught for a hit and run, of all the damned things.

Age 17.  They treated me like an adult and told me I would spend a couple of years in the penitentiary.  I think they hoped I would rat out other gang members who had bigger rap sheets, but I knew better than that.  Snitching was a death sentence, and as far as I knew at the time, the gang was my family.  The only one I ever had.

Except for Karmen.  She was something else.

To be honest, I can’t quite remember how we met.  I was probably high as a kite at the time, and she took things to the next level with a sex drive that would make any guy weak.

When I got locked away, she promised she would do her best to come visit me.  And at my first chance to get a phone call, she was the only one that bothered to show up.

“How are they treating you in here, baby?  Have they hurt you?” she asked as she pressed her palm to the glass.  Truth be told, I’d already been in quite a few fights since my intake, but I didn’t want her to know that.  I still thought I had to keep this rough exterior for her.

“Ain’t nothing I can’t handle, baby girl.  These twerps would be wiping their ass with a broken arm if they touched me,” I told her.  She giggled and whispered, “God, that gets me so hot, Havre.  I wish you were on this side of the bars so I could rough you up a little.”

That sounded like exactly the kind of distraction I needed.

“I heard from one of the other inmates that if I keep good behavior for a few months, I might be allowed a little one-on-one,” I said with a wink.

“Oh, baby, that would be fantastic!  I’ve been craving you so bad,” she teased.

A guard tapped against the glass, and our phone call ended there, but I decided I simply had to work hard to see her again.  This girl was on fire, I swear; I couldn’t help but be infatuated with her.

Over the next few months, I did just as I promised and kept my head down.  We kept in touch with letters, and she would write me the steamiest fantasies she had of me, including bondage.

But as the months progressed, her fixation became focused on one thing, me getting her pregnant while I was behind bars.  I thought it was a bit of a jump to want a baby, especially when I couldn’t provide for it.  But as the days counted down, I was sure that was exactly what her intentions were when she came to visit.

It made me a bit nervous because even though I wanted to have sex with her, I wasn’t ready to be a dad.  So I insisted to the guards I be given condoms and other precautions before the planned visit.

The day before, we got a phone call, and she teased me some more.  I didn’t think about it now, but it occurred to me after the fact how different she sounded.

“I just want my babies inside you, Havre.  You would be the perfect carrier.  This is what I need, babe,” she cooed.  But her voice sounded cracked and strangled, almost like she was sick.  I tried to ask if everything was okay, and she just brushed it off, insisting that tomorrow we would finally be together, and that was all that mattered.

“Karmen…maybe we should take things slow?” I suggested.

That got her even more defensive.  “You don’t want me?  Is that it?  I thought we were going to be together forever?” she snapped back at me.

“It’s not that it’s just…a kid is a big responsibility!” The day of the visit came, and I actually felt more nervous than I should have.  This was supposed to be a chance to have wild sex with my girlfriend so why did it feel like I was being led to the execution chamber? When we got to the room, I was alone, and the guard offered me all the things I’d asked for, including medicine I could hopefully convince her to take.

A moment later, the door on the opposite side buzzed, and she walked in, wearing probably the most provocative thing that you can imagine.

“Hey, babe.  You ready to get this party started?” she asked.

“You know that we are being monitored, right?  Are you okay with the guards…you know, watching us?” I asked as she came up to me and kissed me frantically.

I have to admit I missed that so much.  It was making me so excited that I wanted to strip down right then.

But something just felt off about this.  Karmen was too anxious for us to have sex, and this had never happened before.  She was hiding something.

I tried to push the thought aside and toss my clothes off, our bodies pressing against one another as she too got naked and started to moan as she wrapped her legs around me.

“You’re not going anywhere!” she said excitedly as she started to romantically bite and kiss my neck.

Or rather, it started as romantic, then it started to feel like she was frantic and trying to really hurt me.  Suddenly I wasn’t turned on; I was confused and alarmed.

But it was nothing compared to what was about to happen.

I heard the guards over the intercom tell us we had only ten more minutes, and I tried to shout, “I think we will be through before that!” Then Karmen placed a hand over my mouth, and her gaze looked like she was about to tear me apart.

As I looked at her skin, I started to feel my own crawl.  There was something writhing around under it, moving about the way that a snake might through the grass.

Then I heard a low hissing noise, and I realized it was coming from my girlfriend.  Her irises split apart as her body began to shake, and she sat back on my lap, groaning like a crazy woman.

I heard her bones cracking as she pushed her breasts aside, and a small hole began to form at the top of her navel, slowly ripping her muscles apart straight between her ribs.  Her arms bent backward, stretching her bones to touch the floor and holding her up with her back arched.

I sat there, too befuddled and frightened to move as her body continued to split apart, her ribs breaking and forming teeth, a long juicy tongue coming out of her chest cavity that smacked against my bare nipples and wrapped around my neck to suffocate my windpipe.

Her newly formed teeth gripped against my body as it dug into me the way a crabs pincers might, a thousand tiny snake-like creatures pushing their way out from within her hollow body.

The tiny serpents pushed their way into my own pores, ripping and biting at my skin to drill into my own organs.  I screamed as hard as I could for help as I heard the guards try to enter the room, but Karmen was faster.

A long tail that formed from her spine smashed at the door, pushing it closed and causing the power to immediately shut off around us.

Then her head twisted a full 180 degrees on her neck as her eyes bulged from her head, and she shrieked, “No one is coming to save you, baby.  Just close your eyes and enjoy the ridddddeeeeeee.”

Then she spit a chunk of mucus and venom into my face, my eyes caking with snot as I lost all oxygen to my throat.

I pressed my hands against her torn muscles, trying desperately to hit the bones or to reach inside her body and tug at her organs, anything to make this stop.  Instead, I just felt the snakes continuing to work their way inside my body, wriggling deep into my bloodstream.

And just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

She released her death grip on me and reverted to her human form, licking off the mucus from my face as she smiled like nothing had gone wrong at all.

“Looks like our time is up, babe,” she cooed as she got off my lap and winked at me while she got dressed.

I sat there, too stunned to even move as I watched her leave.  The guards questioned me afterward since the cameras had been shut off, but I didn’t think they would believe what had happened to me.

Instead, I returned to general pop thinking maybe I had dreamt the whole thing up.  As the day went on, though, it felt like my insides were going to explode.  And I felt so hungry that no matter what I did, I couldn’t keep a decent meal down.

It all came to a head in the shower when I tried to…relieve myself.  I was standing there, water washing over my body, when I felt my head begin to spin.  Then I began to vomit.

Except it wasn’t just blood, it was a vein-covered egg sack.  The prisoners standing in the shower next to me cussed me out as they gave me space, and I started to feel my windpipe close.

That unnatural pain I had felt in my body was now overwhelming me, pushing through my skin to release this infection into the world.

From every orifice, I felt the snakes push their way out, wriggling and sliding down my body as they secreted a black ooze against my skin that made it burn.  I was screaming in languages I didn’t even understand as the last horde of snakes pushed their way out, all of them gobbling up the egg sack as if it was some form of afterbirth and then slinking down into the drain below my naked body.

My entire body was covered in sores, my skin ripped at almost every possible crack, and it felt like I was about to die.  Then I blacked out.

When I came to, I was in the infirmary.  They claimed the shower had washed away almost an entire clump full of dead skin that had clogged up the drain.  Like I had shed my skin the way any reptile might.

And every night, as I went to bed for the remainder of my sentence, I could hear that hissing in my ear.

I still hear it now, years later.  I think it’s a reminder of my trauma.  I know I do my best to avoid Karmen, but we never saw each other after that incident.

And I hope we never do.

Rating: 10.00/10. From 1 vote.
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Written by Kyle Harrison
Edited by Craig Groshek and Seth Paul
Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek
Narrated by N/A

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