Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2015 16:04:26 -0400 From: Gmail Subject: The boy in the mirror chap 7 **chapter seven: dinner at Sarah's** The hooded man had me bound tightly with strange snakelike figures wrapped around my body, arms, legs and chest. Holding me against the wall, my struggle was useless. The more I tried to move, the tighter the grip he had on me became stronger. He lifted me up as I slid along the wall. The snake like figures wrapped around individual parts of my body. Each arm and each leg, they began to raise my arms above my head to keep me suspended. One snake began to crawl under my clothing and ripped them off like it was a piece of paper. As I was suspended in the air fully nude, the snakes around my legs began to pull apart. Spreading my legs apart to show my tight hole and my flacid cock. As the snake started to slide down my stomach, it reached my cock and wrapped itself around it. Squeezing slightly, I could feel my cock began to swell. *no. This isn't right, my body is betraying me.* I thought to myself. My body frozen in fear had a mind of its own. It felt so wrong, but my body betrays me with pleasure. My cock was fully erect and throbbing in the grip of the snake. Another snake begins to slide up the inside of my leg and worked its way to my inner thigh. It rested on my hole as I tightened up since I knew what was going to happen next. It began to push its way to stretch out my hole. After a few seconds, it made its way inside of me. It sent a jolt of pain throughout my entire body, but I could scream. My body tensed up with every single muscle as the snake entered my body. It began to move around, then started to fuck me slowly. In and out as the other began stroking my cock in synchronization. It began moving faster inside me, in and out. Faster and harder until I felt it pulse a few times. One last thrust inside of me, I felt a warm liquid enter my insides. It also made me shoot my load all over myself. Once finished, the man with a wave of his hand uses the snakes to throw me into the wall next to the little boy who had been beaten and bruised badly. I layed on the floor next to him in pain, I couldn't move at all. But with much effort, I was able to reach with one arm to hold the boy. As I whispered to him to see if he was ok, he opens his eyes slightly and smiles. I looked back and the man was gone. A few moments later, I awoke from this nightmare to a knocking at my door. " Son, I'm heading out for a short while. Going to have dinner with Sarah. Are you sure you don't want to join us?" He asked. I looked at the clock, and it was 10:30p.m. did I fall asleep? I remember my dad asking me the question before. "I changed my mind dad, I'll go with you." I said to him. "Ok hurry up. I'll be in the truck waiting." He said as the footsteps faded as he walked down the hall. I stood up just to feel the bruises on my body. The bruises were real, I had bruises from where the snakes had wrapped themselves around my arms, legs and chest. I ass hurt as well, I could feel the liquid seeping from my torn and bruised hole. The cum from myself was dripping from the stomach and running down my leg. Was this a nightmare or was it real? I got dressed and headed out to the hall to go outside. When I stepped out of my room, the voices started. I heard whispering then led to screaming. Thousands of voices all at once. It was unbearable as I covered my ears and ran down the hall and to the front door. The voices started to get louder and louder until I stepped outside. They stopped instantly. I shut the door behind me and jumped in the truck with my dad. "You ok son?" He asked as he started the ignition. I shook my head yes as he nodded and began to back up out of the drive. We drove for a few miles until we came upon a cute little house with flowers in the garden and a small tree surrounded by stones. The house was more modernized than the house we were living in. It was white with baby blue shutters. The door was even painted blue. When we pulled in, Sarah had walked out the front door to greet us. She waved and smiled like she usually does. We stopped the truck and walked up the walkway to meet her halfway. She gave me a hug and then gave my dad a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Well don't just stand there silly boys, dinners a bout ready." She said as she laughed and headed back up the walkway. We followed her into the house as she held the door open for us. She directed us to the kitchen and told us to get comfortable as she shut the door behind us. The house was gorgeous, tidy and neat. Nothing was out of place. It was like walking into a whole new time line compared to ours. The bare wooden floors were a dark cedar, the walls were a light shade of gray. End tables were covered with white cloth with frilly edges. Cubbords held fine China, and glass figurines. There was nothing wrong with the house except that all of the mirrors throughout the house were covered up. We headed into the kitchen and sat down at the table where the plates and silver wear were already set out and a candle lit in the middle. The kitchen has white tiled floor, white fridge. The countertop were a dark blue marble and the appliances were black and white. The walls had wallpaper which had pictures of a farm scene. It had barns, tractors, wheat and farmers. She came into the kitchen and pulled a nice big juicy roast out of the over. The smell was amazing, and it was making my mouth watery. The way she was standing there, reminded me so much of my mother. I was beginning to like her. With her apron on and the oversized ovenmits. She sat the pot down in the middle of the table followed by mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet corn, green beans and biscuits. "Hope y'all enjoy. Eat up." She said with a smile. Its like the smile never leaves her face. We began to eat, the scraping of knives and forks against the plate. The moaning sounds from the taste of the wonderful food injested. "This is wonderful Sarah." Dad said as he stuffed his face some more. "Yeah, its delicious." I replied. "I'm glad y'all like it, there's plenty if you're still hungry." She said. Halfway through the dinner we started to have a conversation about her life and ours. Just a normal conversation about where they worked, what brought them here. Talked about children. But then I asked about the mirrors and why they were covered. She sat there in silence, for once, she stopped smiling. "I am superstitious. I believe that your soul can be stuck on the other side. So I decided to keep them covered up." She explained. She seemed upset about me asking about it and starter to hurry us. She wanted to be alone. There was something more to the mirrors than she led us to believe. I also noticed that she kept glancing at the window every five minutes or so. The more she looked, the more nervous she got. But I never saw anything outside. Was someone out there? We finished eating and cleaned off the dishes. We also helped put away the food. We said our goodbyes and started to head out the door. I got too close to one of the mirrors in the hall and snagged the cloth. The cloth was pulled down to reveal the mirror and Sarah started freaking out. "Put it back up!" She shouted. "Hurry hurry do it now." She shouted more. "Calm down Sarah" I said as I draped the cloth over the mirror. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled like that. I'd like to be alone for a bit." She said calmly. She pointed to the door and we left. We could see her pacing back and forth through the front window as we walked by. We jumped in the truck and started to head home. "That was weird." I said. He looked at me and shook his head. "I'm not sure what that was about, but I'm sure she will explain everything later." He said to me. We pulled into the drive and as I looked up, the boy was standing in the attic window again. But this time he was a little more visible this time. Almost like he's becoming real, or at least to my imagination.