Gone was the color in my life. Even nature turned grayscale.  

Feeling nothing was worse than pain.

The goth sign appealed to my dark mood. Shedding my clothes, I slipped in, pitying my sleeping nipples dead to the chilly water lapping at them. A tear fell. 

The waters muddied and he rose from the depths, one hand squeezing my neck while his forked-tongue fucked my ear. 

I welcomed his fiery eyes and terrifying horns. He twisted my nipples erect and melted the ice from my cunt. The waters seethed with cum. 

I awoke. Dry mud flaked, revealing glowing flesh beneath.