The Fallen Angels Captives

Chapter 25: Sharing dark desires

When I came back out I noticed Sara was missing. “Where’s your demon girlfriend?” I asked Hunter.

I didn’t mean to sound snappy or jealous, and tried to remember what Jake had told me.

“She grew bored and left.”

“Will she be back?”

Hunter was clearing up the food when he answered, “doubt it.”

I tried to hide how happy that made me.

I helped him clear up and when we were sitting down I rubbed my arms like I was cold, copying Sara, Hunter didn’t care. I gave up and went and sat next to him on the sofa, to which he asked, “what do you want?”

I was about to reply some snappy answer but took a breath, and trying to sound sweet, answered, “nothing, it’s easier to see the tv here.”

Jake and Melissa came out of my room, and I got up when they said they were going to head home. I hugged Melissa and then Jake.

“Thank you,” he whispered into my ear.

I knew he was talking about our conversations, and I thanked him back. When it was just me and Hunter, I decided to join him for once and said, “do you want to watch a movie instead of boring tv shows?”

He looked up at me, “what movie?”

“Well, I mostly own horrors, we can watch a slasher, or I could put the exorcist on if it feels more like home?”

I realized that didn’t sound nice or sweet, but I couldn’t help but torment him just a little bit. He sighed to my exorcist comment and said, “slasher is fine, whatever that means, don’t want to scare you with how accurate the exorcist is, do we?”

He was teasing me, and I liked that, whatever I felt about him, I didn’t want the whole sweet good girl meets Prince Charming act, it felt right to me to be myself, to bicker over silly things with him and to torment him and drive him crazy, I should stop putting a guard up though whenever he was nice to me, a rarity but if I wanted him to be nice to me more often then I knew I needed to make it clear to him that I liked when he was nice, if he liked me he’d start to be more nice like Jake had mentioned, if he truly did not like me like he said often then he wouldn’t change towards me, no matter how more open I was with him.

I threw on a Halloween movie and halfway through mentioned, “I should start calling you Michael.” When he frowned at me, I shrugged, “what? You’re just like him, silent, deadly and violent.”

I grinned and deciding to be brave I cuddled up to his arm, waiting for him to pull away, but he only asked, “you like cuddling up to the silent, deadly types?”

“Well, I’m not exactly an Angel myself.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

I hadn’t really meant to let that slip and blushed hard, I was getting tired of blushing around him all the time, the more I liked him the more often I was blushing I noticed.

“Umm, nothing it doesn’t matter.”

All that did was make him even more interested. “Tell me what you mean, why are you not an Angel?”

“Hunter, you know me, I don’t exactly act all sweet, do I?”

“No, but the way you said it you didn’t sound like you were talking about your personality.”

When I didn’t answer, he paused the film.

“Hey, turn it back on.”

“Not until you answer the question.”

I kept my eyes firmly down because he was looking at me intensely again.

Shrugging my shoulders, I more or less mumbled, “well you were there when I was talking to the counselor about how certain things made me feel.” I cringed so hard and almost hoped he didn’t figure it out, but of course he did.

“You mean me and my brother pissing on you?”

I nodded, cringing with how bluntly he had said it.

“It turned you on?”

I nodded again.

He sat back against the sofa and quietly said, “well, that’s nothing compared to the things I enjoy.”

He looked how Jake had earlier, almost sad and ashamed, no longer looking at me but at the floor.

I wanted to try and make him feel better or at least know that I wasn’t going to judge him when I had my own depravities.

“I like some dark things too, Hunter, I think the counselor was right that I may be into the whole submissive and dominant scenario.”

He didn’t look up when he answered, “you being the dominant?”

“No, me being the submissive.”

He did look up then and snorted, “yeah because you’re so sweet and submissive naturally.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, but was glad he wasn’t looking so sad anymore. “d**k, not outside of the bedroom but in it, I want to be chained up, spanked and punished for being a bad girl, I want to have my hair pulled and be slapped around a little, definitely pissed on again and have a guy force himself on me but only in the pleasurable sense, I definitely don’t want that being a painful experience, well maybe a little bit of pain.”

I hadn’t meant to tell him all my darkest fantasies, but once I’d started my mouth just kept rambling, I shut up and sat there feeling more embarrassed than I ever had in my life before.

Hunter was staring at me now, like full on staring at me, and I didn’t know what he was thinking and was too afraid to know, so I quickly got up and said, “now you know I’m not going to judge you when I’ve got my own crazy. Goodnight.” I spun and quickly went into my bedroom before he could answer.

Laying in bed, I wondered if I’d said too much, was he repulsed? I had no idea, but sleep came over me and oddly enough, it wasn’t until the morning that my night terror came. Hunter was shaking me awake again while I was covered in sweat and panting.

“What is it you dream about?” He asked.

I sat up and told him about it. He was quiet for a while and then asked, “so it doesn’t involve me or my brother?”

So he had been worried that what they’d done to me was what I dreamt and screamed about every night? Oddly it wasn’t, it should have been perhaps but neither me nor Melissa seemed affected by the brothers’ involvement, most likely because the brothers had for the most part taken care of us and then saved our lives. Without thinking, I put my hand on his.

“No Hunter, you and Jake saved our lives and as f****d up as the situation was, you did your best to take care of us where you could.”

He gave a nod and got up. “There’s some cooked breakfast if you want any?”

“You know how to cook?” I asked.

He shrugged, “you learn a lot from watching humans.”

He left me so I could get dressed and I did my hair and makeup again, now I had started doing myself up I couldn’t stop, it felt good to look good, and I pulled on a very short flared black skirt, knee-high black stockings and a lacy tight red low cut top.

I wouldn’t dare leave the house like this, but I was dressing to impress Hunter, not go out. Hunter was carrying the used frying pan to the sink when he looked up and saw me. Hunter was not one I ever took for being clumsy, but right now as he stared at me, he tripped over the leg of a kitchen chair, the pan flying from his hands and crashing to the floor. He managed to slam his hand on the counter before he fell to the floor too, “f**k!”

I burst into giggles and then laughter, laughing so hard my stomach hurt and I had to bend down to my knees. “Are you ok?” I managed to gasp.

He narrowed his eyes at me, “I’m fine, why are you dressed like that, where are you going?”

He picked the pan up off the floor while I answered, “nowhere, I just felt like dressing up.”

He frowned at me but didn’t say anything else. I sat down to eat the cooked breakfast and when I’d finished, I stood up and put the dishes in the sink, making Hunter have to move aside for me.

When I looked up at him, he was watching me and biting his lower lip. I loved when he did that, it made him look even sexier than he already did. “Are you alright?” I asked when he was still staring.

He stopped biting his lip and stood up straighter, looking unreadable, “I’m fine.”

“Are you still disturbed from what I admitted to you last night?” I’d been dying to know, unable to get it out of my head worried I’d ruined any tiny chances I might have had making him mine.

“No,” he answered coldly.

I hated when he used that icy tone with me, I didn’t say anything and looked down at the floor and nodded.

Perhaps Jake was right about being less hostile and argumentative with Hunter because In a softer tone he added, “I’m really not Destiny, it falls in line with my own uh, depravities as you call them.”

I looked up at him and smiled and was almost shocked when he smiled back at me, not smirked but actually smiled. I blushed at that smile and really wanted to be brave and kiss him, I almost convinced myself and was moving towards him but found myself being tackled to the floor by an unseen force, it kicked and scratched at me and I screamed.

I could more or less fight my own battles, but when you couldn’t see what was attacking you it made it kind of difficult and more scary.