Vision failed as the thing entered - the man, the thing, the man thing, manthing. Choking on his own cries as he battled against the straps. Tasted panic as his body convulsed against the restraints. Fear sweat dripping into his eyes. Help? Too late now. It was on top of him, noisy breaths licking at his ears, smelling of something green and slimy. Hairs on its wings, on its legs, fluttering, tickling, terrifying. Mulder squirmed under its touch. Felt death as it jammed one hairy fist in his mouth to stop him from screaming. Felt dead as it jabbed something hot and wet and sticky into his neck. *Click to read* 1 2 3 4 5 * Stories* * Home*