ILL-FATED MATCH

RUDE AWAKENING

RUDE AWAKENING

Selena had lain on the bed and had already begun to slowly drift off into sleep when she heard the door creak open. Slowly she opened her eyes, heart already pounding and inspite of herself nearly gave a cry of alarm when her father's image filled the doorway. He brought one finger to his lips in time and gently shut the door. Selena scrambled off the bed, her back against the wall as her father advanced on her. She knew what was coming. It had happened before. The first and last time a boy from school had walked her home. It was his own way of absolving her of her sins. She wondered how his flock could not see that their priest was evil. A religious monster was exactly what he was. He was one of the reasons she didn't believe in God. Or how could the pure and holy God watch an evil man serve him, feed the congregation communion, without striking him dead? She had waited and watched every time she attended mass for her father to suddenly drop dead, but here he was about to commit his own sick religious rite of absolution. Gerald dropped the whip he had been holding and carefully folded the towel she had carelessly flung on the bed and smoothened the bed sheet. He was fully dressed in his priestly garments. He stood before her and reached out to untie her hair from its bun and watched as the long tresses fell across her shoulder and framed her face. Selena whimpered. Gerald made the sign of the cross and reached for the hem of her tank top. "Please don't," she whispered, her voice thick with tears.

He fixed her an icy glare and said quietly, "you are supposed to be praying for your sins." He reached into one large pocket and handed her a rosary. "Now pray and raise your hands".

She did as she was told, trembling with fear and her top came off.

"But father I have done no wrong. He insisted on driving me home because he was trying to protect me," she dared to say.

"It's a prideful thing to say my child. We all commit one wrong or the other everyday especially females. You can't help it. You seduced your boss in one way or the other. You lead him to act that way. Just like Eve." He said with the patience of one explaining a complicated topic to a little child.

Selena opened her mouth to launch a protest about his accusations but he held a finger against his lips.

"Do not speak to me my child but speak to our father." He had already gotten rid of her shorts and now led her towards the bed .

She gave him one final look of appeal to which he replied; "we must purge you of your sins my child or risk eternal damnation. The lord demands it"

She assumed a prone position on the bed and braced herself. Selena heard the crack of the whip as it sliced through the air. She sunk her teeth hard into the pillow as it landed on her back.

Gerald's excitement grew as a welt formed on his daughter's young supple skin. He raised the whip again and again frantic with excitement and fascination, Selena's screams muffled by her pillow.

Finally he stopped and paused for a moment to admire his design. He gently turned her into a supine position and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Selena's back was on fire and she felt her fury grow as Gerald's mouth landed on hers and continued its journey to her breasts. His fingers traveled to her v****a and she was suddenly filled with a sense of revulsion so strong it stoked the fire of her fury red hot. Her fury gave her the courage she needed and she greedily embraced it.

"Get off me" she said in a voice she couldn't quite recognize.

Her father stilled and looked at her. His eyes widened suddenly and he stood up abruptly making the sign of the cross "Satan" he murmured.

"I should be the one calling you that but it would be an offense to Satan to call you Satan. I'm sure he's not half as evil as you are."

Gerald's nostrils flared in fury and he landed his palm hand on her cheek. "You would do well to watch your tone when you speak to me." He picked up the whip. "Let's get Satan out of you shall we?" Selena screamed with all the pain and fury she has been bottling up inside all these years and watched as her father's hands went up to his throat. Gerald felt a force squeezing the life out of him. He silently pleaded for mercy with his eyes but Selena was no longer in control, something sinister had taken over. He could see it in her eyes which has turned a bright golden yellow. Black spots were already forming behind his eyes and just when he thought the darkness was going to swallow him, the pressure disappeared. He gasped and sucked in lungfuls of air, his hands still on his throat. His gaze went to his daughter and he saw that she was fast asleep. The situation would have been funny if not for the fact that he had come face to face with death. He turned his gaze to the doorway and there he found Nancy standing with her eyes as round as saucers. Gerald took a deep breath and walked out of the room leaving Nancy who was still rooted in shock staring at her daughter.

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Selena slowly stirred and the first thing she registered was the smell of wet grass. Her eyes flew open. She quickly scrambled up to her feet and her eyes darted about in fear. The leaves and the branches of the forest tress rustled and swayed as a gust of wind blew. She shivered and noticed for the first time that she was naked. She wrapped her arms around her frame, very confused. The last thing she remembered was her dad being strangled. She had tried to help but found out she could do nothing. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of paws pounding hard against the floor. She turned and fled from the approaching threat. She ran, not sure where she was going and was startled when the forest suddenly opened into a clearing with a river. She ran towards it with the intention of staying under as long as she could until the threat passed. She had barely gotten halfway when she heard the howling of a wolf right behind her. She closed her eyes and stood still. She felt it circle her and she held her breath. The wolf purred and she felt a wet lick of his tongue on her hand. She wondered for a moment if this was normal wolf behavior. She slowly opened her eyes and gasped. It was the same wolf she had seen before when Gabriel had touched her. She was very certain of it. It stood tall and majestic. The light from the crescent moon shown on its thick, lustrous fur. Warily she buried her fingers in it and heard it purr in satisfaction. She grew bolder and allowed her fingers to travel towards its tail. She loved the feel of it. Fascinated now, she focused on its face. Its eyes were a brilliant silver that seemed somewhat familiar. It licked her face and she laughed, all traces of fear gone. Slowly everything started to become fuzzy, less real. After a moment, she couldn't feel the cold, even when another gust of wind blew. The wolf disappeared before her very eyes and she felt herself floating in a sea of nothingness and afterwards all was nothing.

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Gabriel awoke slowly and sighed in disappointment. It had been just a dream and yet it had felt so real. She had been right there in the forest's clearing in all her naked glory. He saw again in his mind, the shapely curve of her breasts and firm butt. He perceived her heavenly scent and felt his body respond, felt the blood rush to his already turgid member. He sat up straighter, suddenly remembering that there had been something quite different about her. Her eyes had been liquid pools of golden yellow, and there had been a streak of silver in her hair. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of what he had seen. His gut told him she was something more or other than human but he chose not to believe it till he had concrete proof. Dreams could be misleading. He didn't want to base his conclusions on a mere desire induced dream. He concluded that going back to sleep was going to be futile and decided to let his wolf out for a run.

He got to the forest's clearing and paused, wondering where it was that the sweet scent of lavender was come from.

And then, he realized.

Selena?!!...