The Room with No Exit: Fucked by the Demon

You fell. Through the floor, through the world. Into a room with no doors, no exit...a chamber sewn from stretched skin and iron rings that hum like a heartbeat. He was already there. Waiting. A demon that calls himself the hunger the room couldn't digest. And you - unlucky, trembling, perfect - are the ritual he's been starving for. What follows isn't mercy. He marks you, mocks you, and ruins you under the gaze of watchers pressed against the one-way mirror. Every thrust is a verse, every bruise a prayer. He fucks you like scripture, desperate to bind you to the walls, to himself, to eternity. There is no leaving. The ritual seals with your screams, with his seed, with the shattering of glass. When the watchers are gone, when the walls sigh satisfied, you understand: you were never meant to leave. You're written into the room now. Into him. Forever.