Apparition

Chapter # 16

Sitting in the corner, curling like a ball, trembling violently in eerie coldness which is stirring my mind in terrorizing thoughts. I don’t want him to come close to me anymore. The way his touch sends shivers down my spine and makes me desire him more is breaking me apart and I don’t want anything like this from him. The sensation of rapture or affection given by him is utterly revolting. I don’t want it to happen twice, I don’t want to like his touch and feel what he wants me to. I can bear his fears but this temptation is unbearable for me because I know I cannot pull myself away from this and would be drowned in this bottomless pit of seduction with no intentions of coming to the surface ever again. I don’t want to make an irredeemable mistake.

I remained like that, sitting in the corner over the mattress, trembling while holding myself close, still trying to comprehend that it’s my soul, which deluged me in frights that my body is where my soul is as it’s burning fiercely in terrors and something undesirable and I have to bear this for as long as he wants. I wonder how many souls he had held captive here other than me and the thought of what he does to them convulsed me in dread. I still remembered what happened to Jessica when she stopped me from putting the jar back. She stopped me from making any more offering but that devil pushed me into a corner where the only option left for me was to offer my soul to him. 

I slowly lifted my gaze when I heard the sound of footsteps against the wooden floor, making its way to me and feeling this superior presence, it’s enough for me to know that it’s him, coming to me, to torment me more.

I looked up and saw him standing in front of me. I remained silent and put my chin over my knees, not removing my eyes from his gorgeous ones. He stopped and spared a glance at me. I timidly looked at him as my heart began to pound. He moved his gaze away and sat on the mattress. My heart skipped a beat but I remained motionless. He looked at the floor and joined his fingers together, looking so dominant like that. I kept watching him from the back. 

“Mary.” He said without looking at me.

“Yes?” I asked in a faint voice. 

“Why did you do this?” He asked with a glint of sadness and regret in his voice as if he never wants me to be here in this nightmare. 

“That was the only way to save them,” I whispered, lowering my gaze.

“What about your life?” He asked again. His voice lingering in desperation and sorrow which made my heart clench for a second but I quickly shrugged it off.

“They made my life memorable. Without them, I was nothing..”I said with an involuntary smile crept upon my lips.

I raised my head and looked at him. His head was lowered but I didn’t fail to notice the faint smile crept upon his lips. His smile; it stiffed me and elicit fluttering sensation inside me which are incomprehensible. He looked so alluring like this, his smile blind me in his charm, how exquisite he looked like that. My heart skipped a beat when I looked at him like this as a sudden voice left me,

“Have you loved anyone?” He was taken aback by my words. A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes which was masked by his usual sinister gaze the instant I noticed it and that gentle smile disappeared thin into the air. He turned to me and raised an eyebrow at me perfectly and asked, “You know what I am, don’t you?” I gave him a nod and replied, “I-It just s-slipped out..” 

“What do you expect from a creature who cannot feel?” He asked, leaning in and fully turning to me. “You just smiled,” I whispered. 

“That means you must have felt something that you smiled,” I said, hopefully. He gave me that usual unfathomable look along with a hint of amusement. 

“Then tell me what I felt?” He asked, moving close to me. “Solace..?” I said hesitantly. 

My word enraged him as all of his amusement and mysteries were replaced by a sudden tension in the air and that short-lived lull ended. He narrowed his eyes in fury, gritting his teeth which gave a very dreadful omen that said what I shouldn’t because it ignited a fiery fire inside him and I shall pay for eve talking to him. The fact that I even spoke to him will be my biggest regret. But at the same tie, It felt like he doesn’t want to believe my words and he is trying to deny that and wanted to do this by taking his anger out on me.

Before I could ask for forgiveness, He held my ankle and yanked me to him. I scream and shut my eyes in dread, my heart about to burst from terror. My body began to shake uncontrollably, filling me with fear. Evoking a fright in me which is irremovable as he will break me apart shredding no mercy upon me. 

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him, glaring at me which stiffed me in the horror of facing the wrath of these silver eyes.

“I am a devil, Mary and I..” He moved and shifted as he is on top of me with his both hand on either side of me. I was shaking tremendously beneath him, filling with consternation. He moved close to me, brushing his lips against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, making me shake in terror. “Cannot. Feel.” He enunciates. I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at absolutely afraid of him. With my heart thumping loud and fast by each second, I said hurriedly, “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I began to pant heavily. I met his gaze, The eyes that broke my heart in such a manner that no soul could ever save me. The eyes that are made just made me feel like I am some kind of inferior being. The eyes that always show supremacy and power. Those cruel eyes show that he is dominant and I am subjugated by him.

“I. Can. Never. Feel.” He repeated. I don’t know why I felt like he meant these words for him. Like he is giving consolation to himself and wanting to tell his heart that he cannot feel but is failing in it and when I said that his anger burst.

“Do you truly don’t feel or is this just a consolation you are giving to yourself?” I asked in a whisper, quickly, desperately. His sent an intensive glare to me which embedded a deep terror in my soul. My grip on the sheet tightened, my throat dried due to fear. His eyes show a burning ferocity he has for me. My breath hitched and I instantly regret saying that. A never-ending shiver emerged from my soul and travelled throughout my body, Adrenaline rushed through my veins.

I looked at him in fear. The furious form of his, induced a dread in my vulnerable form. My hands were cold as ice due to the apprehension aroused by his aggravation. My shaking form is being crushed by the dread that is provoked within me by his terrorizing apparition. I gulped and waited for him to give me intense suffering to tell him something I wasn’t supposed to.

He slowly raised his head as his piercing grey eyes bore into my emerald ones. He was letting out short breaths. My breathless form was consumed by his rage. His eyes show a fierce emotion.

I couldn't hold it any longer. Breaking apart, Tears began to fall, rolling down my cheeks, showing that I am afraid of him.

The moment a tear fell, He swiftly pinned me underneath him. I squeaked and shut my eyes, losing my breath, skipping my beats. Being suffocated by his pernicious presence and no matter how much I tried I couldn’t hold my tears any longer as they began to roll down without any halt. I let out soft sobs while burying my face in the sheets. His hands pinned my hands harshly against the mattress in an iron grip. His breath formed goosebumps all over my skin, indulging me in dread. 

“If I am not doing anything Mary, that doesn’t mean I won’t.” He spoke in such a deep threatening voice which scared me endlessly. 

“I am sorry,” I whispered between my sobs. He let out growls while brushing his lips over my skin, gritting his teeth to fight a war between himself.

“Please…” I said desperately. Gradually his grip over me loosen and he pulled away slowly, sitting back. I crawled back into the corner again. Hugging myself close with tears glistening down my face, shuddering like crazy, petrified. 

He gave me a look of immense agony and brought his hand close to me but I squeaked and shut my eyes, letting out loud cries. I could feel the misery emitting from him but the emotion of fright residing in me is much greater. I looked at him, his head was low, still in the air. He curled his hand in a fist and pulled it back, letting out a scowl but refraining himself to scare me anymore as he pulled away. He didn’t meet my gaze and left with the look of disappointment for himself while saying this in an inaudible tone but I heard it which left me baffled,

“I.. didn’t..  mean to..”