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Spongebob thrashed in a puddle of murky, unidentified liquid as he fought with himself to get up. He lunged at the image before him, of this Demon wearing his skin, and of Laura, his wife, still being tortured and forced to please him. That wasn't him! He would never do such a thing!

"YOU BASTARD!! GET AWAY FROM HER!!" The sponge shouted with fresh, pained tears, as he'd attempted to tackle the imposter. His efforts ended in vain, however, as he'd slipped right through their likenesses, like phantoms of the present. Spongebob screamed in despair and desolation, fearing he could never save her from this monster's clutches. He gripped at the soggy ground below, squishing the liquid through his fingers. His breath hitched and paused in short bursts, as he'd wailed with defeat.

Spongebob could hear everything. The screams of his wife, her nails scraping the tunnel ground, and the low chuckles of the creature. He could see her struggling, her pain. It was as if his eyes were constrained by an unseen power to watch the terrible events against his will. The sponge cried louder, clawing at his eyes with sloppy ventures to close them. The liquid from the ground squidged against his cheek from his desperate hands, and only now did he take the time to observe it, finally seeing it was blood. The man shivered violently, shaking it from his hand and stumbling back in the process. He shook his head, sending loose droplets of tears into the darkness, as he could feel the worst part of all the horrible madness.

He could feel her, despite the fact he seemed nowhere close to her. The man screamed, gripping at his head. He felt her around him, taking his gruesome lust under compulsion. He felt helpless, unable to halt what he could sense to be true. "NO, NO!!! HOW COULD YOU?!?!" He cried into the void, at the figures in a short distance away. Spongebob slammed his fists into the bloody ground, once again making an effort to stop this hellion from purging his beloved Laura as he pounced at him again.

Within the rusted tunnel, where rasped screams of carnal pain could be heard, the demon gripped the back of one of her hands, grinning to himself. "YOU SHOULD HEAR THE FOOL YOU CALL A HUSBAND RIGHT NOW, PRECIOUS..." Lucius cackled, "OH, NO, STOP... HOW COULD YOU..." The beast mocked, licking his lip as he peered at her shredded clothing below him. Laura gritted her teeth, holding back cries, as they had done her no good so far. She steadily turned to look at him, pressing her cheek into the filthy residue of the tunnel floor. He slowed on his thrusts when he caught her looking at him. "STARTING TO LIKE IT NOW, ARE WE?" He asked, genuinely curious. She mulled her lips and furrowed her brow, glaring at him with a determined look, as she quickly and without warning, smashed a rock against his face.

The demon howled in agony, releasing her limbs to hold his punctured eye. She took the opportunity to run again, knowing she wouldn't have much time. She entered a joined tunnel, appearing the same as the others, and she limped on her stubs with all her might in hopes to escape. However, a sharp sting suddenly shot into her insides. Laura choked on a tortmented shriek, falling to the ground. She grasped at her lower belly, staring wide eyed at her blood trickling from between her thighs. He was too rough. The salt content of the water around her did no favors either. It was torture no matter where she went. All thoughts in her head rang loudly, as every single one shouted differing routes of escape, but, her body was too strained to continue moving anymore. Her muscles shook even sitting in a relaxed position. Laura placed her head on the soiled tunnel, whining with aching limbs and internal organs.

The pink woman sniffled, sitting up to stare down at her messy clothes, which were torn and dried with blood. She trailed her shaking eyes over the rest of her body, at the various scratches decorating her skin, a few deep gashes on her hips and waist, and her breasts which had the reddened imprint of the demon's touch and bruised blemishes from his lips. "Neptune... Why do you hate me...." She silently cried, closing her eyes to allow her stinging tears to flow off of her face.

Echoes of an approaching figure caught in her ears from the opposite corridor of the tunnel. Even though she knew full well who it was, she also knew there was no evading this. Being as that may, his words from before repeated itself within her head, 'YOU SHOULD HEAR THE FOOL YOU CALL A HUSBAND RIGHT NOW, PRECIOUS'. She opened her eyes quickly, "That means that..." She gasped with a sort of realization as she widened her eyes.

The distinct sound of slow clapping emerged from the tunnel, followed by her persecutor, who didn't seem through with her yet. Laura gripped her shirt to cover her chest from his view, not wanting to entice him further.

"AHH, THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL... JUST WHAT I'D EXPECT FROM YOU, MY DEAR. I DO LOVE A GOOD CHASE, BUT, YOU MUST KNOW BY NOW THAT IT DOESN'T MATTER. I'M STILL HERE, AND YOU MAY AS WELL GET COMFORTABLE." The demon smirked, running one of his hands across a prominent vein leading to his lust rod. She stared at him with clouded eyes, lost in her own thoughts. He stopped smiling, and only eyed her, actively studying her actions.

Laura stood up as static as she could, using the tunnel walls to help brace her. The woman peered out, no longer seeming afraid. It was almost as if she had been possessed herself. She took a wobbly step in his direction, whimpering from the pain in her womb. Lucius stood unmoving at her, raising an eyebrow in a confused way. She began to speak up, softly, "This... isn't you..." She said, to which he scoffed and rolled his eyes. "NOT THIS AGAIN... GOD, HOW CAN YOU STILL HAVE SO MUCH HOPE... FRANKLY IT'S BEGINNING TO PISS ME OFF..." To his words, she remained unwaivered. They could not sway her from her goal.

"I know you're... still in there, Robert..." She said, closing more distance between them. Laura lifted her hand towards him, reaching for his. "I... I don't..." her vision blurred a little, dancing the colors of his silhouette across her pupils. Her legs trembled and eventually buckled underneath her, dropping her to the ground near instantaniously. Her blood continued to flow from her, giving her an indication of what was happening. She felt faint. Her body became heavier by the second and her spine shot a tremor through her. All the while, Lucius stood, glaring his wicked eyes down on her as she fought to remain conscious. "YOU HAVE WILL POWER... I'LL GIVE YOU THAT..." He complimented, whatever that would mean to her. She gazed back up at him with dried tears and golden eyes. The woman, despite what others may have done in her position, defied the need to rest. She only continued the short trek towards her husband's counterpart with determined features. Once she was close enough, she let her body fall upon his chest. She could still hear his heart beat from underneath her ear. Lucius now stood back, shocked at what he was witnessing. "WHAT ARE YOU--" He began to ask, but paused when he heard her speak up for the last time.

"I still love you..."

Lucius remained staggered at those simple words, intently searching for an alternative meaning to them in his own mind. However, he came up empty, except with the only question he could ask ready to betray his intimidating nature.

"WHY...?"

Description
Spongebob thrashed in a puddle of murky, unidentified liquid as he fought with himself to get up. He lunged at the image before him, of this Demon wearing his skin, and of Laura, his wife, still being tortured and forced to please him. That wasn't him! He would never do such a thing!

"YOU BASTARD!! GET AWAY FROM HER!!" The sponge shouted with fresh, pained tears, as he'd attempted to tackle the imposter. His efforts ended in vain, however, as he'd slipped right through their likenesses, like phantoms of the present. Spongebob screamed in despair and desolation, fearing he could never save her from this monster's clutches. He gripped at the soggy ground below, squishing the liquid through his fingers. His breath hitched and paused in short bursts, as he'd wailed with defeat.

Spongebob could hear everything. The screams of his wife, her nails scraping the tunnel ground, and the low chuckles of the creature. He could see her struggling, her pain. It was as if his eyes were constrained by an unseen power to watch the terrible events against his will. The sponge cried louder, clawing at his eyes with sloppy ventures to close them. The liquid from the ground squidged against his cheek from his desperate hands, and only now did he take the time to observe it, finally seeing it was blood. The man shivered violently, shaking it from his hand and stumbling back in the process. He shook his head, sending loose droplets of tears into the darkness, as he could feel the worst part of all the horrible madness.

He could feel her, despite the fact he seemed nowhere close to her. The man screamed, gripping at his head. He felt her around him, taking his gruesome lust under compulsion. He felt helpless, unable to halt what he could sense to be true. "NO, NO!!! HOW COULD YOU?!?!" He cried into the void, at the figures in a short distance away. Spongebob slammed his fists into the bloody ground, once again making an effort to stop this hellion from purging his beloved Laura as he pounced at him again.

Within the rusted tunnel, where rasped screams of carnal pain could be heard, the demon gripped the back of one of her hands, grinning to himself. "YOU SHOULD HEAR THE FOOL YOU CALL A HUSBAND RIGHT NOW, PRECIOUS..." Lucius cackled, "OH, NO, STOP... HOW COULD YOU..." The beast mocked, licking his lip as he peered at her shredded clothing below him. Laura gritted her teeth, holding back cries, as they had done her no good so far. She steadily turned to look at him, pressing her cheek into the filthy residue of the tunnel floor. He slowed on his thrusts when he caught her looking at him. "STARTING TO LIKE IT NOW, ARE WE?" He asked, genuinely curious. She mulled her lips and furrowed her brow, glaring at him with a determined look, as she quickly and without warning, smashed a rock against his face.

The demon howled in agony, releasing her limbs to hold his punctured eye. She took the opportunity to run again, knowing she wouldn't have much time. She entered a joined tunnel, appearing the same as the others, and she limped on her stubs with all her might in hopes to escape. However, a sharp sting suddenly shot into her insides. Laura choked on a tortmented shriek, falling to the ground. She grasped at her lower belly, staring wide eyed at her blood trickling from between her thighs. He was too rough. The salt content of the water around her did no favors either. It was torture no matter where she went. All thoughts in her head rang loudly, as every single one shouted differing routes of escape, but, her body was too strained to continue moving anymore. Her muscles shook even sitting in a relaxed position. Laura placed her head on the soiled tunnel, whining with aching limbs and internal organs.

The pink woman sniffled, sitting up to stare down at her messy clothes, which were torn and dried with blood. She trailed her shaking eyes over the rest of her body, at the various scratches decorating her skin, a few deep gashes on her hips and waist, and her breasts which had the reddened imprint of the demon's touch and bruised blemishes from his lips. "Neptune... Why do you hate me...." She silently cried, closing her eyes to allow her stinging tears to flow off of her face.

Echoes of an approaching figure caught in her ears from the opposite corridor of the tunnel. Even though she knew full well who it was, she also knew there was no evading this. Being as that may, his words from before repeated itself within her head, 'YOU SHOULD HEAR THE FOOL YOU CALL A HUSBAND RIGHT NOW, PRECIOUS'. She opened her eyes quickly, "That means that..." She gasped with a sort of realization as she widened her eyes.

The distinct sound of slow clapping emerged from the tunnel, followed by her persecutor, who didn't seem through with her yet. Laura gripped her shirt to cover her chest from his view, not wanting to entice him further.

"AHH, THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL... JUST WHAT I'D EXPECT FROM YOU, MY DEAR. I DO LOVE A GOOD CHASE, BUT, YOU MUST KNOW BY NOW THAT IT DOESN'T MATTER. I'M STILL HERE, AND YOU MAY AS WELL GET COMFORTABLE." The demon smirked, running one of his hands across a prominent vein leading to his lust rod. She stared at him with clouded eyes, lost in her own thoughts. He stopped smiling, and only eyed her, actively studying her actions.

Laura stood up as static as she could, using the tunnel walls to help brace her. The woman peered out, no longer seeming afraid. It was almost as if she had been possessed herself. She took a wobbly step in his direction, whimpering from the pain in her womb. Lucius stood unmoving at her, raising an eyebrow in a confused way. She began to speak up, softly, "This... isn't you..." She said, to which he scoffed and rolled his eyes. "NOT THIS AGAIN... GOD, HOW CAN YOU STILL HAVE SO MUCH HOPE... FRANKLY IT'S BEGINNING TO PISS ME OFF..." To his words, she remained unwaivered. They could not sway her from her goal.

"I know you're... still in there, Robert..." She said, closing more distance between them. Laura lifted her hand towards him, reaching for his. "I... I don't..." her vision blurred a little, dancing the colors of his silhouette across her pupils. Her legs trembled and eventually buckled underneath her, dropping her to the ground near instantaniously. Her blood continued to flow from her, giving her an indication of what was happening. She felt faint. Her body became heavier by the second and her spine shot a tremor through her. All the while, Lucius stood, glaring his wicked eyes down on her as she fought to remain conscious. "YOU HAVE WILL POWER... I'LL GIVE YOU THAT..." He complimented, whatever that would mean to her. She gazed back up at him with dried tears and golden eyes. The woman, despite what others may have done in her position, defied the need to rest. She only continued the short trek towards her husband's counterpart with determined features. Once she was close enough, she let her body fall upon his chest. She could still hear his heart beat from underneath her ear. Lucius now stood back, shocked at what he was witnessing. "WHAT ARE YOU--" He began to ask, but paused when he heard her speak up for the last time.

"I still love you..."

Lucius remained staggered at those simple words, intently searching for an alternative meaning to them in his own mind. However, he came up empty, except with the only question he could ask ready to betray his intimidating nature.

"WHY...?"