Erotimaniac

The home was deafeningly silent. Floorboards creaked, pipes groaned, and

water swirled, but no one spoke. Bloodcurdling shrieks and desperate cries

for help did not seep into the living room from the basement. Everyday

conversations did not escalate into full-blown domestic disputes. The

surrounding world moved at the same pace, conflicted by the same old

political and social issues, but the house was different. The couple were

abandoned by society, left to fend for themselves.

Ethan sat at the top of the stairs. He stared down into the basement –

anxious, curious, frightened. He was unnerved by the silence and flustered

by his actions. He didn't feel any guilt when he sawed into Emiko's legs

during the previous night. The guilt hit him when he realized he was

severely harming his true love. He never planned on pushing her to the

brink of death.

He said, "Everything is okay. She's fine. She's just waiting for me to

wake her." Strolling down the stairs, he whispered, "I did this for both of

us. I did it so you would love me."

Ethan stood in the basement and stared at the door, paralyzed by his fear.

The truth waited beyond the barrier, calling his name with a honeyed voice

– Emiko's voice. He turned the key and opened the locks, then he shoved

the door open. The basement light poured into the modified room.

Emiko still lay on her back towards the center of the room. She appeared

to be in the same position, too. She didn't move an inch overnight. Blood

leaked past the soaked blanket and stained the concrete floor. A rotten

stench lingered in the room.

Ethan walked in, then he sat down beside Emiko. He vacantly stared at

the wall in front of him, trying to keep his eyes off of his captive. He knew

she wasn't breathing, but he couldn't face the tragedy. He needed time to

heal.

He said, "When I was younger, my mother would always talk to me

about girls. She'd tell me about the good girls and... the succubi. I liked

hearing about the good girls; how they'd stick with me till the end while

working so hard to raise our family. I was terrified of the succubi, though.

They just want your money and your cum,' my mom would say. This was

when I was... seven years old." He chuckled and shook his head, then he

said, "You're probably wondering if she said those exact words to a child.

Well, she did. And, she'd even do stuff to me to keep me 'satisfied' until I

found the right girl. She didn't want me to get caught up with a succubus, so

she'd... she'd do stuff. It–It's hard to explain."

Ethan's breathing intensified as he glanced up at the ceiling. Tears welled

in his eyes and his breath broke as he thought about the past. He chuckled

again – a nervous laugh to keep a semblance of control.

He continued, "As the years went by, my mother forgot about the good

and the bad. She didn't care about me anymore, she only cared about

grandchildren. She pushed me to this and there's no turning back. I'm so

sorry, princess."

The disturbed man stared at Emiko. He leaned closer and stroked her

hair, then he closed his eyes and kissed her. He kept his eyes closed for a

moment – ten seconds – in order to give her time to awaken. He opened his

eyes and frowned.

Kisses could not revive the dead.

Yet, Ethan still refused to accept Emiko's death. Hibernating, he thought,

she's just hibernating for the winter. He crawled down to her legs and

gripped her stomach. He squeezed her baby bump as if he were molding a

piece of clay.

Ethan said, "We can't lose the baby while you sleep, Emiko. I know, I

know. It would devastate the both of us. Besides, I... I promised my mother

I would bring her a child. I can't let her down. This is for the baby. This is

for the family."

Ethan pulled a boning knife from the back of his waistband. He inhaled

deeply, then he thrust the blade into her lower abdomen. Blood spilled from

the wound, streaming across her stomach and crotch. He cried as he sawed

a horizontal 8-inch incision across her stomach. He pushed and pulled the

blade in order to separate her abdominal muscles. Squelching and crunching

sounds echoed through the room during the operation.

He placed the knife on the floor upon loosening the muscles and

widening the cut. Using both hands, he dug his fingers into the gash, then

he pulled his arms in opposite directions. Through the blood and tissue, he

could see the uterus. He held the cut open with one hand and grabbed the

knife with the other. He carefully thrust the blade into the uterus. He didn't want to use too much pressure to avoid hurting the fetus. He dragged the

blade across the uterus, slicing through the amniotic sac at the same time.

Teary-eyed, he said, "I see you, baby. Daddy's coming."

He gritted his teeth as he cut through the umbilical cord. He tossed the

knife aside, then he used both hands to pull the fetus out of Emiko's body.

He fell back to his ass, cradling the fetus in his arms like a newborn baby.

Through his tearful eyes, he examined his baby.

The infant was the size of an avocado – 4-and-a-half inches or so. He

could hold the infant in one hand. It already had a humanoid figure – arms,

legs, and an erect head. Through the blood, he could see the infant's skin

was red and pink. He couldn't tell if the fetus was a boy or a girl, though.

Despite the lack of facts, he could make that decision for himself.

He nodded and whispered, "You–You're a girl. You're... You're my

princess."

He caressed the fetus' head as he cried. The baby did not breathe, she

was clearly dead, but he refused to accept her death. Like mother, like

daughter, he thought, she's a heavy sleeper, too. He held the fetus closer to

his chest and swung his arms as he hummed a lullaby. He couldn't help but

sob while doing so, too. He instantly fell in love with his daughter.

As he cried, he said, "I can't believe this is happening. Oh, God... I never

thought I'd be able to call myself a father. The day is finally here, Emiko.

We're parents. We're actually parents." He stared down at the fetus and said,

"You need a name. We'll use something from mommy and daddy, okay?

Don't worry, I did some research. We'll call you Mirai – Mirai Miller. I read

Mirai means 'future' in Japanese. You're our future, princess. You're

everything to me."

Drenched in blood, Ethan staggered into the basement with the tiny fetus

cradled in his arms. He placed his cell phone on the laundry machine, then

he flicked his finger across the screen. A love song played through the

speakers. He sashayed in the center of the room, swinging his hips and

shaking his shoulders. He danced with Mirai – a father-daughter dance.

He placed his chin on her head and whispered, "I love you, princess. You

mean everything to me. I can't wait to watch you grow up. I'm going to give

you the world. Your mother's going to lose her mind when she wakes up

and sees you." He chuckled, then he kissed her bloody forehead. As he

swayed left-and-right, moving with the music, Ethan whispered, "Your

mother and I... We'll love you forever, princess."

Blood on his arms, face, and clothing, the young man continued to dance

with his deceased child. Tears of joy trickled from his eyes as he thought

about the future. The dungeon was grim, death plagued his home, but he

saw a brighter tomorrow.

Ethan and Mirai, they danced the night away...