I watched the time change to 3:33 when suddenly the temperature of the room dropped, and I froze.
No. No, no, no, no…
Not tonight. I couldn’t handle this tonight. I pulled the blankets up over my head and curled into the fetal position, putting my face between my knees and my hands over my ears.
If I couldn’t hear him or see him, it would be like he wasn’t actually there. Where was Chaos? My blood ran cold when I realized that he may be dead. I wouldn’t put it past my demon to take my cat away just to hurt me.
For the third time that night, my eyes welled with tears. I trembled beneath my blankets in the dark like a little girl hiding from the monster in her closet—except my monster was real, and he was coming for me.
I waited. For a long moment, there was nothing. I prayed that he had come and gone as he sometimes did.
My hopes and dreams were dashed the moment I felt the blankets suddenly begin to peel away from my body.
I bit back a terrified scream. This had never happened before. He had never done anything more than watch me from the shadows. I curled deeper into myself as inch by inch, the covers pulled back, exposing my trembling body. I peered through my fingers, up into the endless night of his hood and shivered. It was freezing in my room, and without the blankets to cover me, my skin erupted in gooseflesh.
“Please…” I begged him, though I didn’t know what I was asking for. He held up a hand, and I felt my body stiffen. Suddenly, I couldn’t move a muscle. I couldn’t even open my mouth to scream. Slowly, the demon took control of my limbs. It felt as if he had reached into my body and taken hold of my verysoul. He forced me to uncurl from the little ball I had wound myself into. Try as I might, I couldn’t fight the power of his compulsion, and I found myself lying flat on my back.
My heart was pounding so hard I worried it would burst. Hot, silent tears slid down my cheeks, and I watched in horror as he used his scythe to hook under the edge of my T-shirt, sliding it up to my waist and exposing my hips and thighs. The cold metal of the wicked blade slid over my skin, and every fiber of my being revolted against the idea of him touching me.
Again and again, I tried to scream, but all that came out of my stiff lips was a muffled moan. The demon reached forward to run a finger down my bare leg, and I trembled beneath him.
His cold fingers played over my scars, and an electrifying tingle began to spread through me as he counted them. He lightly traced over each wound as if checking for freshness. When he finished with the tops of my thighs, he waved a midnight hand, and suddenly, I found my knees pressed back against each side of my head. I gasped as he forced my body into this new and humiliatingly vulnerable position. I was folded over so violently that my ass had left the mattress entirely.
I lay there helplessly as Death spread my legs open, examining every inch of the backs of my thighs. I struggled against his hold, a soft mewling sound escaping my lips as I fought to close my legs, but it was no use.
I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could feel them on me. To my horror, my traitorous body reacted and flushed with warmth. My clit throbbed beneath his scrutiny, and I felt a wetness pool beneath my shorts.
This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real. It was a nightmare. A horrible, horrible nightmare…
The demon leaned closer and continued his examination of my body. He slid the hand that was not holding the scythe gently over the curve of my ass and up the back of my leg, stopping at the back of my knee. I whimpered as the monster fondled and traced each one of the scars I had cut into myself over the years.
Moving to the other leg, he began his gentle exploration at the knee. He slowly ran his hand down to my ass again, pausing when his fingers found the line where my shorts met the crease of my hips.
I couldfeelhis stare, and he was no longer looking at my scars. He was looking at the throbbing space between my legs. The cold air was making me painfully aware of the spot that had grown wet from Death’s gentle touches. I swallowed and closed my eyes.
With only the thin cotton of my boy shorts separating me from the attention of a demon, I did something I had given up on long ago.
I prayed.
Time seemed to slow down, and it felt as if I lay there for an eternity while the demon’s fingers hovered between my thighs. It was as if he were unsure if he wanted to touch me or not. He had come to see my scars, but I no longer felt like I was going to make it out of this interaction unscathed.
If I could speak, I would have begged him to leave, though I knew it wouldn’t have mattered. I had been begging him to leave my entire life, and it had never worked before.
Finally, the demon let out a single rattling breath. To my horror, he made the decision I had been frantically praying he wouldn’t make.
Hetouched me.
He ran a cold finger over my shorts, starting with my clit. Gently, he followed the natural curve of my body until he found my wet entrance. Pressing against the damp cotton firmly, he rocked his knuckle against me until he drew a moan from my immobile lips.
I bucked against the grip he seemed to have on my soul, and I could have sworn I heard a sinister chuckle echo from beneath that never-ending hood.
The scythe suddenly disappeared into shadow, and the demon hooked a finger under the seam of my shorts. He ripped them off as if they were made of paper, exposing me to him. The freezing air of the room came as a shock. I reflexively tried to pull my legs together to cover myself, but I was unable to move an inch.
Ignoring my discomfort, the demon slid one of those ink-black fingers up the soaking line of my pussy. Without warning, he plunged it deep inside me, causing me to let out a muffled cry.
I struggled internally. I was somehow both horrified and desperate to be touched.
Before my forbidden hug with Sam, it had been years since anyone had touched me. A sinful part of me thrilled at the fact that this demon had put his hands on me. I hated myself for it, but a small, weak part of me admitted that I needed it.
