My eyelids grew heavy. I felt like a cat must when someone pets it.
He put his hand on the crank, over mine, and then, like it was no more than flipping a switch, he moved it.
The fogged glass of the window began to peel away from the wall, opening up and out. A screen obscured the scene slightly, but he rolled and rolled until I could see the late afternoon sun hanging over the mountains in the distance.
We were close to home.
My heart leaped.
He turned his head, and I felt his lips and his breath against the side of my skull, through my hair, snaking down the outer edges on my ear, and my eyes fell shut as a shiver ran through me. “You have to come now, Natalia. We don’t have time to argue about this. I can tell you more when we get there. But now... please...please...” His breath was hot, and it felt like a string from my heart to my pussy was plucked and left to vibrate inside of me, driving me mad. “Please, just do as I tell you now.”
He rolled the window shut.
The heat of his body left me, and I turned slowly, still vibrating under his voodoo.
I followed him.
* * *
The spell he had caston me lasted through the corridors of the house, and up several stairways to the roof. But as soon as I saw the helicopter, it crashed apart like a broken window. If there was one thing I had an irrational fear of, it was helicopters.
He had guided me to walk just in front of him, pushing me along gently by his fingertips at the small of my back, where they delivered an electric tingle that coursed right to my... well, I hadn’t forgotten what had happened before breakfast.
But when I saw the helicopter, I stopped dead in my tracks. It wasn’t a conscious decision; my body simply froze and refused to listen to any signal from my brain. Which wouldn’t have been much, because my brain felt like it had hit a brick wall.
He collided with me because of the sudden stop, and I was so stiff that we almost fell down together.
“Natal—”
“No way,” I heard myself saying. “No, no, no, no, no, I can’t, I can’t...” I shook my head and closed my eyes and waved my hands around.
Apparently, getting kidnapped by a serial killer psycho who spanked me, gave me wild orgasms, and Stockholm-syndromed me was okay. But helicopters—which I had never been in—made me... faint.
Because next thing I knew, I was inside it.
It took a few seconds to figure that out. I was groggy, like I’d woken up from a long nap. There was no motion, just the interior of a vehicle—leather seats, a window, a loud, slowing noise. Like when you roll the window down... I blinked and sat up, and it all came back to me.
I looked down. I was fastened into a seat by a complicated belt I could not understand how to remove. I started to wriggle, look around.
“Calm down,” a voice said behind me.
His voice.
I turned to the right and saw the cockpit of the dreaded helicopter, and panic seized me again. “I can’t,” I was barely able to say.
I had never been in a helicopter, so I didn’t know why the hell I was so freaked out by them. I could barely watch them on TV ever since I was a kid. My adoptive parents would always try to edit them out, switching the channel or turning off the TV because I got so upset.
I started to kick and scream. This was not what I wanted to do, it was just... what I did. No fucking way I was going in a helicopter. “I can’t,” I tried to say, but I was already hyperventilating.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he was saying. I felt his arm on mine. “Natalia, Natalia, it’s okay. We’re here. We’re already here—”
“I won’t do it!” I shrieked. “I can’t... I can’t.”
He was next to me then. “Breathe, Natalia, breathe. You have to take a slow deep breath. You aren’t flying anywhere. You’re getting out. Okay? Breathe.”
I was really losing it. I was barely conscious of him getting a paper bag and holding it to my mouth and nose. Of his hands removing me from the seat.
Of the warm, wet air that struck me, the sweet scent of flowers and ocean. The heat of a black pavement beneath me. The caw of birds, the bright sun...
