Something wasn't right and yet the urge to awaken was stifled somehow. It was hard to think. Something said I needed to wake up and yet there were competing voices telling me to remain asleep.
Those voices promised pleasure as did their touch. My eyes shot open and my scream was cut off by a hand that cruelly pressed my head flat to the bed.
"Almost. Almost we had her cajoled into accepting us unknown within the realms of her fantasies."
"Her spirit is strong, but no matter, there's still the pleasure of her flesh for us to corrupt."
To my everlasting horror I beheld the two fallen messengers from the underground facility hovering just above me. The chains that had bound my hands were gone only to be replaced now by lengths of rope.
Bonds of rope that secured my hands and feet to the corners of the bed that I had lain down on what must've been hours earlier. That wasn't all though.
I was naked! Oh God this couldn't be happening!
I wanted to scream, but it was as if a choking hold remained about my throat even though the fallen messenger's hand had left. I was truly helpless before these vile creatures of spiritual darkness and the comprehension of that in my eyes had them laughing with delight.
I saw things then of an angelic ability that no earthborn woman should have to witness as even with a 1000 impressions within the corners of my mind they informed me of how they planned to corrupt me with the unnaturalness of their union with me.
"It's time that we had you. We don't often have to wait this long."
"Yes, a highly favored one is she. All the more enjoyable for us she will be."
They both laughed and made to cover over top of me seemingly at the same time and yet the lust of their eyes was halted as a large hand closed about each of their necks from behind only to then crash their heads together before flinging them both bodily across the room to smash against the stone wall of the house. Even in my state of paranoia I couldn't help but wonder how the fallen angels could suddenly become so subject to objects such as stone or a man's strength as I had just witnessed.
The man in question now stood between me and them and never had I beheld such anger on the face of a man before as I did now and yet I felt no fear for myself. Silently, as if in a daze, I asked in the spirit, "Why are such beings of power subject to a mere man's actions?"