The Sacrificial Bunny

Caught in his evening glow

Andrea Caster

Just like that...

Durian had me walking hand in hand, side by side, past the glitz and glamor of Boston’s wealthy night life.

I enjoyed the warm feeling of his long slim hands wrapped around mine. From time to time, I tightened my grip around his hand. To which he would gaze down on me with a boyish grin plastered on his face. Reminding once more of the carefree Duri I once knew.

A fleet of golden light strips ran up and down the length of the dark blue glass tower.

“Blouise Tower…” I read the large blue neon sign out loud as he led me to its entrance.

“Yes. My fortress…” Durian chanted proudly, taking an excited left turn away from the obviously main entrance.

I didn't quiz his leadership. I allowed him to guide me down a caged sloppy path. The overhead canopy was overgrown with pergola dropping from the covering, all the way down the narrow corridor illuminated by golden strip lights.

The Pergola curtain at the end of the tunnel served as a cool transition into a fairly empty gray underground parking lot. He ushered me into a personal elevator.

The polished brown wood inside the elevator had an alluring scent that reminded me of Durian. I followed my instincts and took a sniff of the wall, and then a whiff of his scent. Just to affirm I wasn't crazy.

It was similar!

I didn't get to pull back all the way when Durian’s arm latched around me, caging me in a spot, flexing his height advantage.

“You want to take a whiff, right? Do it properly.”

Durian molded my rigid body into his, melting my posture into butter. I willingly let my face smear against his plain white t-shirt beneath his blazer. I inhaled deeply, letting the rich vanilla-like scent curl up my ears, swirling deep into the folds of my brain matter.

A calm sigh of bliss steamed out of both my nose and mouth, heating his chest. “Damn you. I really hated you. You know that right?” I muttered against his cotton shirt, feeling the heat of my breath with every word.

I knew for a fact I was melting butter under my most idle star.

Durian managed to gently peel off most of the wound platelets that held together my severed heart after his unforeseen disappearance. The once overbearing hollowness began ebbing away. All in the space of a few hours.

He tipped my chin up with a firm grip, leaning in to plant a firm kiss on my paused lips.

“I never want to let you go again. You have no idea what that did to me.” He whispered against my lips. His eyes searched mine desperately.

The thought of his pain made me shiver. I always wondered why holding his eyes felt like getting siphoned into a void between space and time.

I pulled away from him completely, putting some distance between us for my sanity sake.

The elevator door rang out, letting tension pour out from the floating box.

I stepped out first, even though I had no idea where I was headed. I realized I was right in the middle of an executive suite’s living room.

I spun around in time to watch him step out of the box gracefully, like he was the man of the hour.

He strolled around me.

“Welcome to my suite, Iubitul meu!" Hearing him speak his language always did something to my belly.

He grabbed my waist from behind, pressing his hard-on against my butt through his pants. I felt my butt ring twitch. The intensity in which he edged against my round butt, squeezing my flesh like his soul needed it.

I bit down on my bottom lip, trying not to become a moaning mess. My eyes were shut, fully focusing on the feel of his body on mine. It was even better than the wet dream.

“f**k…I forgot all the words you taught me.” I sighed mid-passion when I failed to recall what he said in his language.

“My love. That was five years ago. You are excused for forgetting. We have each other to learn more now.” He ripped off his blazer, throwing it against the smooth silver door that was the elevator door.

I closed my eyes, feeling his hands go beneath my shirt, rubbing down on my torso hungrily. He went beneath my waist band and gripped my member in his soft warm palm, pumping senselessly. At the same time pinching at my n*****s, sending fireworks of pain in my dark sky.

“You smell so good.” Durian's neck purred against my face as I kissed his neck in return.

“I missed this. I missed you so f*****g much…” He pulled back to kiss me on the forehead, pulling away with an unsatisfied grin. “You know you can touch me right…or you don't want to?”

“Maybe he doesn't want to.”

A woman's voice shattered our bubble of heat. I gasped loudly, suddenly finding a woman standing in a long pattern dress and black boots.

There was no way I could have missed her pale face with straight jet black hair when I walked in. Has she been standing there the whole time?

I was too petrified to do more than just stand still, questioning both her existence and my reality.

Unlike my disoriented state, Durian was entirely indifferent to the intruder’s presence.

He sighed out of annoyance, rubbing my back from behind. “Andrea, I don't know if I ever mentioned having a sister. And if I did, well…there she is. Jos.”

Durian exited the room afterwards, leaving me in the company of a Morticia Addams lookalike.

The audacity of that man!

“Hello…” She said in a singsong voice.

Jos bore no single resemblance to Durian. She looked more like an Addams than Durian’s second cousin, standing in her gothic coded outfit.

“Hey.” I waved back awkwardly at her.

Suddenly overwhelmed by an embarrassing amount of self awareness, I covered the hint of my b***r with the extension of my hoodie.

“Sorry for ruining your little fun.” She circled around my crouch.

“I didn't realize my brother had begun dabbling in extra-curricular activities again.” She spoke loudly.

Durian couldn't miss it, winking at me in the same duration.

“And he is pretty too,” Jos exclaimed.

She spoke about me like I wasn't right there in front of her.

My ability to make a sensible speech decimated. My hands stayed buried in my pockets, still frozen in a spot. I let her scrutinize me with her dark-eyed shadow-laced eyes.

“Are you sure we haven't met before?” She gripped my chin with her fingers and studied me like I was some necromantic exhibit.

“I highly doubt that.” I blurted out.

She dropped her grip and feigned a hurt visage. “That hurts me.” She held onto her chest, pouting her lips, and tilting her head the other way.

Something about her doll-like movement creeped me out.

I began moving in the same direction Durian had gone. I couldn't take another second of our dialogue.

She got on her feet. Her black leather boots glimmered in the light.

Her steps rang out against the floorboard. Firm and elegant. Jos stretched her hand to me.

“Let me start afresh.”

“I am Jos Cothe. It is nice to officially meet an acquaintance of my brother. You have to be special for him to bring you here.” I accepted her handshake reluctantly. She has slim, long fingers like Durian.

“The other ones who get here usually never get a chance to tell their experience.” Jos whispered to me with a slowly brewing glint in the deep well of her dark orbs, letting go of my hand.

I struggled to swallow.

“What do you mean they couldn't tell their experience?” I couldn't stop my voice from quivering.