Dark Corners

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

May 2018

For reasons unknown, I think of these times with the good Doctor as my intruder pushes me further down the hall, starting to give me a good idea of where we are heading. Sure enough he turns us into the second doorway on the left. The room with all the makings of a bedroom save for a window. My makeshift guest room, having housed Jace on many a liquored night, the most soundproof space in the house. I take a moment to consider that he seems to know the layout of my house, this bastard has been in my house?

Holding onto my bound arm, he shuts the door. Without warning I’m shoved face first into a wall, winded again, I groan. Against my ear, “Now those are the sounds that make me want to find ways to hear more of those sounds my dear.” With that he thrusts his hand from behind up between my legs, roughly pressing the fabric of my jeans up into me.

I moan, then for some reason push myself back into his body. I seemed to have no control over the action, my body just naturally moves to be against his.

“Ah, that’s my girl there, isn’t it” he states, somehow familiarly. “Now tell me Ramona, have you been a good girl, or have you been a bad girl?”

“What the hell are you going on about?” I try to lash back at him. He just reaches up with his free hand, splaying his fingers in my hair and rips my neck back simultaneously thrusting his fingers harder against my most sensitive area. I scream out, almost nauseous as my insides explode. He then places the hand that was in my hair around my neck, holding me against the wall. I feel a prick or something in my shoulder. “What was that, did you just do something?” I start to question when his other hand releases my hand cuffs.

My hands free now, wiping tears that start falling down my face. My body is shaking, I can’t stop, just shaking and crying. “Oh my God,” I cry, “what did you do to me?”

Seeing him staring down at me, “Don’t worry darling, I’ll take care of you.” Darkness settles on me and I’m gone.

I awake somewhat, laying on the bed in absolute darkness. I know I’m still in the spare room.

I’m lying on my side under the covers, and a body is wrapped right up behind me, an arm draped across my chest. I feel, well, not sure if I feel at all. I know I don’t feel scared. I don’t feel pain, or sick, or terrified… shouldn’t I feel terrified? I kind of just feel, just a bit, electric.

“I’ll assume that’s you then?” I test out my voice.

“Yes, this is me.”

“No killing yet then?”

“No killing yet.” he states.

“Could I have your name, please?”

“Gabriel.”

“How angelic, Gabriel.” The name slips between my lips as if it had been waiting there.

“No, my dear, not angelic.” The words pressed against the back of my neck feel icy, even as his arm inches forward just slightly tighter across me.

I ask, “What happens now?”

“Well there is just so much that depends on Ramona.” We lay in silence for some time. I’m not sure why, but lying in bed with him was not upsetting. His scent of musk and sandalwood has drawn my nose up into his bicep where I press against and inhale deeply. He says nothing but I swear I can feel him smile. I don’t care, I’m intoxicated.

My eyes closed, images of fingernails dragging down his arms sprinkle the view behind my lids. In the image or fantasy, whatever it is, now I am straddling him, in my hand a small knife. I am dragging it up then across his chest, in some sort of design maybe, not sure. I look slowly between the blade and his eyes, each time back to him, his eyes are intently fixed on mine.

I press just slightly harder now, the red imprints darker. Pressing into his neck, I’m feeling anxious, strong. Our eyes are locked, I feel vertigo almost, a pulling towards him, I think I’m pressing even harder now, I can’t even feel the knife anymore. A sudden shuffle occurs next to me, startling me. I instinctively draw the blade back and jab straight towards the sound, sinking, sinking into something.

Gabriel strokes my hair, with my nose still pressed against his arm, “Sleep now Ramona,” he whispers, “So much more for you to see.” I fall back into my drugged slumber.