It was a dark night and the cries of owls and bats as they perched from tree to tree filled the air. The sky was void of stars and looked gloomy, like a woman in Labor.

Fear gripped the earth and earth being referred to, was New York City.

Thunderstorm had been raging the city for two days non-stop, and had killed over a hundred persons who decided to step out while it wailed.

Lucia sat still in her room, made of wood and sacks. Thoughts ran through her head as she listened to the loud rumbling sound the thunder made.

She remembered something, something so dear to her heart. the cruel manner her parents died. She remembered it like it was yesterday.

Her father was a strong werewolf, so strong that he could control people's minds just by staring at her, her mother, a witch. She was strong in her own ways.

A great battle broke out and their survival rested on their shoulders. The responsibility of defending their town fell, crimo, which was later renamed as new York, fell on them. They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered.

It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil.

“You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine.

Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

She saw it. It was her pet. Mufasa. That's its name. She was sad as he was the only companion she had but there was nothing she could do. It died of hunger.

Three days going and she had tasted nothing but water. There was work nowhere, as a result of the Thunderstorm.

She got up, muttered some incoherent words and the storm ceased. Fear gripped her as she tried to assimilate what just happened.

“Did my prayer just get answered?" She shrieked in excitement and was stepping out when a tall man walked towards her.

Her gaze fell. Hades, so he was called.

Old enough to be her father but still sleeps with her without an iota of shame. Three years counting, for a small morsel of food. He would thrust deep into her and then let himself get drowned in her Honeypot.

She hated it but beget no choice.

She had to survive just like her mother told her.

He was coming again with a devilish grin. She spite him and wanted to strangle him. She could see his bulge.

The Bastard.

He was sporting a bulge already and couldn't wait until he got to her.

“Hi Lucia," he said, cupping her breast with his hand. He basked in the feel it provided his skin.

“Let go of me," she warned, pushing his hand off her breast.

He refused and instead, applied more force on it.

“I said you should let go of me," she roared and pushed him away. He fell on his buttocks and his face turned red with anger.

“How dare you!" He said when he stood up and in response, landed her two resounding slaps.

She fell on her bug-infested bed and with his index finger, he raised her dress.

“Geez! I have told you to stop wearing a pant," his lips twisted into a frown as he yanked off her panties.

Tears trickled down her face. Hot tears. But what business that had with him.

He fished out his penis from his stinking boxer and then positioned it at the entrance to her pussy.

She inhaled.

“No!" She yelled as his dick thrust hard into her. Yells upon yells as he continued to thrust into her.

“Oh, my goodness!” her voice echoed in the air as she jerked up. “It was a dream!"