Chapter two- In Four Days
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Should I be scared of the dark?
Nimble fingers caressed her flesh, rough finger pads slithering up her left thigh and slowly sneaking under her nightdress. Blaire moaned lightly, stirring a little as the fingers traced her upper thigh and brushed the soft ridge of her hip.
"My bride."
"Mhhmm…" Blaire groaned grumpily, too deeply engrossed in a state of sleep to register what was happening.
"Soon you will be mine." He muttered, setting his leery gaze on her recumbent form. His mighty shadow fell on her as she turned to the side, her resting mind interpreting the darkly steep voice as nothing beyond a nugatory noise.
The tawny night light illuminating his face and highlighting his sharp features, his Beast sizzled with carnal need and he found restraining himself a rigorous task. Switching off the bedside lamp, he proceeded with his nocturnal routine and surveyed the luscious body of his sleeping beauty.
"In four days I will own you, all of you and there's nothing you can do, little one." His Beast purred, his agile fingers roamed her body, covering every inch of her skin they could grasp.
Blaire squirmed slightly as the sensations on her skin drove her out of sleep. Mumbling an incoherent grumble, Blaire jerked awake, flinching in fear the second her eyes opened.
An unidentifiable figure loomed in the darkness.
'Oh my god, what is that?' That prickling feeling of unbridled horror crashed in.
He stared at her. She shouldn't have awoken.
"Mommy?" She called out, despite being certain that, that wasn't her mother.
Silence.
The figure remained still.
Her heartbeat accelerating, Blaire rubbed her eyes to make sure her imagination was not the one conceiving the image before her. She thought of turning on the lamp, but before she could reach for it, the figure swiftly slipped out of the door. It escaped so quietly,like a leakage of air slicing through a crack.
Seconds later her door hinges creaked and her mother briskly walked in, turning on the main light in the process. Blaire was nearly trembling as she eyed the steaming cup in her hand.
"You forgot to drink your tea before going to bed, honey." Blaire reluctantly accepted the cup from her mother.
She didn't like the taste of the tea but she drank it nevertheless, every night before going to bed. If she did not, her mother told her that excess fluid would accrue in her lymph nodes and that would be detrimental to her health.
"What's wrong, Blaire?"
"I think there was someone in my room… they left before you came in, I'm so scared mom." Her voice quavered, she burned her lips with the hot liquid as she sipped clumsily.
Her mother gave her an encrypted stare, gently stroking her head to quell her fright. "That was just me, poppy." She muttered sweetly, Blaire's nerves were placated by the strong tea. She was soon sleepy again. "I was just checking up on you, who else would come into your room, my love?"
"No one." Blaire mumbled, sipping the last of her tea and resting her head back on her pillow. "I'm going back to sleep now."
"Don't forget to drink your tea next time," Jessica cooed, kissing her on the forehead, "good night, poppy."
"Good night mom." Even as she failed to stifle another yawn, Blaire was well aware that she'd chosen to believe her mother rather than to acknowledge the terrifying truth.
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