by R.J. Adams
Seven
I hear my name still being called from behind me. We run faster as Toby pulls me to keep up with him. My legs ache and I feel tired, all this running is wearing me out. I feel drained as if something has sucked the energy from my body.
We end up back outside the church which looks like it has or had been hit by a bomb, “we should hide in here,” Toby suggests.
I look up at the abandoned church practically falling down around itself and smashed windows, “ummm, you sure? What the fuck help is that going to do?”
“I don’t know,” he panics, “it’s a church isn’t it, good evil and all that crap, do you have a better idea?”
I hear the sounds of the mysterious man and darkness getting closer, this is witches and warlock magic, not god and the devil, and how is hiding in a church going to help? I look around as my head tries to see if there is something else but I can’t think of anything better, “no, I guess not.”
“Didn’t think so,” he grabs me and pulls me into the church shutting the door and placing a large plank of wood across it, what good that will do to something with magic I have no clue, but I can’t think of any other idea.
I feel the darkness drawing closer, I hear him calling me. His voice is so inviting, my soul is being pulled towards him, who is this man that part of me so terribly craves to be with. I feel a pull, “stay with me,” Toby whispers holding on tightly to me.
We watch as the darkness creeps passed the churches broken windows but it doesn’t attempt to even look in here. Toby’s hand covers my mouth, I feel like I want to call out to him and tell him to come get me, tell him whoever the mysterious man that I am in here.
The darkness passes and after a while Toby removes his hand, “what did you do that for?” I snap quietly to him.
“You were calling out to that thing, did you not hear yourself? Firstly you started drifting, creepily by the way like some sort of ghost, your feet didn’t even touch the floor and then you were asking him to take you. I don’t fancy being killed so I covered your mouth alright!”
I felt drawn to the darkness but I hadn’t noticed myself drifting towards them. “How long are we going to stay in here?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugs, “but we can’t stay in here for long. We have to get out.”
“And go where,” I look at my palm, “they’re going to keep coming for me until they get me and I don’t know how much longer I can resist them.”
Toby takes my hand and kisses it softly, “you have resisted them for almost eighteen years, you can do this and I will be right there with you.”
I smile at him and his eyes stare are into mine. Something flutters in my tummy, it’s a strange feeling I have never felt before. His eyes don’t leave mine as he moves closer to me. His hand strokes my cheek down under my chin and he moves in for a kiss.
I kiss him back, my first real kiss from the guy who seems to be saving me from the darkness that lurks around me.
He pulls away and looks at me smiling and I smile back, we lie down on the floor huddled into each-other’s arms.
“I’m scared,” I whisper.
He pulls into him, “don’t be, I’m here and I will not let anything bad happen to you.”
“You can’t say that,” I sigh, “people tend to die around me, look what happened to Alfie, he was only trying to help me and they killed him for that, they killed Doreen for that too. They died because of me.”
“That’s not true; the evil that killed those wants you to think that, they want you to believe that evil is all you know so you go to them.”
“I don’t know I will be able to resist them, I feel them pull me in, I feel drawn to them.”
“You have goodness in you too,” he whispers breathing into my hair and kissing my head, “try and let that pull you in.”
I listen to his words as I stare at the angels pointing down from the church ceiling. A sign of goodness looks down on me, can I be good? Can I fight the evil that is desperate to pull me in?
Night time falls, it’s too dark to venture out of the church now. I snuggle into Toby’s arms and for the first time in many years I feel a sense of safety. With heavy eyes, I fall asleep.
“Wake up sleepy head,” a voice whispers softly in my ear, I open my eyes to see Toby looking at me, “come on, we have to move.”
“Have you been awake long?” I ask still slightly sleepy and struggling to open my eyes.
He shakes his head, “no not really, about ten minutes or so, it’s quiet so I think it’s a good idea to move now.”
I nod, “okay,” I pull myself up and stretch the tiredness away. I realise then I slept all the way through the night, no nightmares whatsoever. That’s the first time I have never suffered a nightmare, must have been Toby’s influence or the fact I lied in his arms all night.
He holds my hands and we head towards the church door where he removes the large plank just as I see a black bird fly passed the broken window and I stop in my tracks, “wait,” I whisper, “something is out there.”
“Really,” Toby tries to look, “how do you know, it’s sunny and nothing has disturbed us all night, I doubt anything is out there.”
I shake my head, “no, I can feel it, it’s like something tugging on me inside, something or someone is there.”
“I will look,” Toby goes to open the door but I slam it shut, “Willow, I have to see.”
“Are you fucking stupid,” I snap quietly, “if it is out there I don’t know if I can resist it. I may have power Toby but I have no idea how to use or control it!”
“We can’t very well hide in here all day can we,” he mumbles, “look, the sun is shining, maybe it’s just fear, let’s have a look okay.” He slowly pulls the church door open and there shining down is a ray of sunshine.
He peeks his head out and looks around as I stand nervously behind him, I still feel it, I still feel like something is there.
He moves a little further outside, “it looks clear,” he says quietly, “come on let’s go.”
We both walk outside and then darkness descends over us in a violent form. It grabs Toby and rips him away from me. He has disappeared into the darkness and I cannot see him. “Toby!” I scream but he doesn’t come back.
The darkness is angry and it appears to have run out of patience. The wind intensifies and blows around me, then out of the darkness emerges a figure, a dark figure that is heading towards me.
It’s him, it’s the man I feel so drawn to, the man that has appeared to me so often and helped me. He holds his hand out and once again I am entranced by him, “come with me Willow.”
My hand reaches out to him and I feel my soul connect to him in ways that are evil and sinister. He takes me and pulls me close to him, he leans forward and I feel him kiss me. The winds hurricane around us and then everything goes black.
Ouch! Something is juggling me about, what is that? I feel like I am on a bumpy car ride. I open my eyes and its dark, I see a window with black curtains and I am being bumped up and down and thrown about. I get up and look out of the window, there in-front are horses and I am in some sort carriage. Horse drawn carriage? What is this the eighteen hundreds? Where the hell am I going?
Someone has changed my clothing. I am wearing a red and black satin ball-gown draping with lace that hangs off the back like some sort of cloak or train. I don’t remember putting this on! Who wears corsets these days, the material and fitting makes it hard for you to breathe.
I look around the carriage, it’s just me surrounded by satin seats and soft velvet curtains. I can see us heading to a large black castle on top of high black mountains, seems morbid and dark and I have no idea where I am.
Where is Toby? What have they done with him, oh god please don’t say he is dead because of me. I sit back in the carriage and wonder what is about to happen and where they are taking me. That man’s kiss caused me to black out; did he poison me or something to make me give up? Why did I even let him kiss me, why didn’t I resist a
kiss from a stranger?
The carriage stops and my door opens, “come with me Princess.” A footman holds his hand out and assists me out of the carriage, “welcome to Acribus Palace.”
Acribus? Why does that word sound familiar to me, I shake my head trying not to dwell on it as there are more important things happening, like where is Toby and why am I here.
He walks me to the tall iron gates which open slowly upon my arrival. There stood in the doorway is a tall man, give or take he is about seven foot, large muscle build and wearing some sort crown. It is shaped like a rhino nose pointing upwards, I want to laugh as how stupid he looks but then I realise as people bow to him, he is the leader and if he is the leader then that means he is my father.
“Daddy,” I mumble shocked that the man that stands before me seems no older than his late twenties. He looks so young and youthful, “Impossible,” I whisper.
“Finally my daughter you have returned home to me, come,” he takes my hand and leads me inside.
“You....you’re my father?” My eyes narrow, “that’s impossible. You’re far too young to be my father, I’m seventeen years old, you would have had to have me very young if that is so.”
“Precious,” his voice rumbles with amusement, “it appears your knowledge of who you are is worse then I feared. I take it the old trump didn’t help you with much.”
The old trump? Does he mean Alfie, the sweet an innocent man murdered by his henchmen to get me? “What is there I need to know?” I strop, “Alfie told me what I wanted to know and you got me all the way here in a place I do not know to tell me about what? Who I am? Or who you want me to be?”
“I want you to be you sweet daughter; together you and I can rule in darkness, it has so many gifts for both of us.”
What ‘gifts’ has it brought me so far, it has brought me nothing but death and hallucinations, loneliness and despair, are those the kind of gifts I want to have for life?
We head to a grand hall where warrior type men are fighting or practicing fighting but there in the distance stands the man who kissed me. The man I have been drawn to and once again find myself wanting.
He comes over to us, his physique strong and manly, “this is Chanile, Prince of Tekati Warlocks and Warrior of Lefire armies,” my father introduces him.
He kisses my hand and then takes me to the front of the gathering warriors. “Let the ritual of darkness begin to bring my daughter into her rightful place,” he shouts as the crowd cheers him on.
Ritual of darkness? My heart races as a part of me is scared at what is about to happen but at the same time I cannot keep my eyes off this man. He stares into me with his black soulless eyes that once had colour and peers into my soul. He draws me into him, like a moth to a flame and I am captivated.
“You will be my queen and together our son will bring darkness to the world, a world at our rule,” he grumbles in a deep tone. He kisses me deeply and his mouth devours me. His tongue enters my mouth and I am at his command.
I kiss him back as I hear the crowds cheering but it doesn’t seem to shy me away from this very public display of affection. My father stands before us watching. You would think that was enough to make me pull away but I cannot stop myself, I want this man to touch me.
“Today we mark the beginning of darkness. No longer will the Tasura stop us and we shall win this war as my daughter has returned. The most powerful dark witch with magic so evil even the devil himself is afraid of her,” my father roars to the cheering crowd as Chanile lifts me onto his waist deepening his seductive kiss, “ today Chanile and Willow join in a dark bond so tight no spell can break it. I bring you the Capara, the royal couple united in darkness.”
The crowd cheers as I am laid on a cold stone feeling slab. Chanile climbs on top of me and forcefully rips the satin ball-gown skirt from me revealing my naked thighs.
“Today we sacrifice a Voluric and his blood shall pour down weakening the Tasura but giving us strength and we will be triumphant.”
The sounds of the crowded warriors seem to fade into the distance as a cage hangs over me. I see Chanile and his dark eyes looking down at me, “do you give yourself to me,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I mouth feeling urge to let him take me; let him take my virginity until I am no longer pure.
“Willow,” I hear a scream, “you are better than this, fight it, fight him.”
I don’t want to fight him. I feel drawn to him, like he and I are meant to be. I feel myself throb, my body begging for him to touch me. My hand moves down and I cup myself, I feel how wet I am and how much this man has turned me on.
“You need me inside you,” Chanile mumbles in my ear, “I feel you need me,” he touches me, my wetness against his finger, “give yourself to me.”
“No Willow, fight it please, you are better than the darkness, the darkness cannot control you, don’t let it control you.”
I know that voice but I’m too far into a trance to think of who it is, who is it that is calling me and trying to stop this from happening? I want this to happen with every being of my soul.
My satin corset is ripped open and Chanile takes off his warrior mask. His strong eyes and jaw line define his masculine face; his hair is long thick and black like that of an ancient warrior I have only read about in books.
I am exposed to this man, I belong to this man and I want him to take me. His hand cups my breast as his dark sexual desire pushes to come out.
“As the Prince of Tekati mounts the Princess, he will take his virgin and their blood will become one, let him devour her purity and let the dark magic flourish within them.”
My mind listens to the words and commotion around me but my ears phase it out. I am too captivated by the strong evil man leaning over me and feeling my body.
My eyes are closed absorbing the pleasure of this man’s touch. His fingers enter me and my body jolts in pain and pleasure. It feels good but it’s the first time someone has ever touched me there, I want more and I move to show him I want it.
“Give yourself to me, let me take you and make you mine,” he roars.
“Yes,” I pant, there it is; once again I give my permission for this man to enter me.
I hear the painful screams of someone being tortured but it doesn’t make me stop. I feel him forcefully push his erection inside me as he pounds me hard. It hurts and I want to scream but at the same time I want more. I feel darkness flourish through my veins. Black clouds begin to appear around us, just like the darkness that used to creep through the woods and chase me.
But then I see death, evil, monsters all flashing in my head as Chanile’s solid erection thumps into me hard. My eyes jolt open to see him roughly fucking me and Toby hanging from the cage above. Have those horrible images brought me from the trance or spell I seemed to have been under? I don’t know what’s happened but I do know that I am fully alert and suddenly very aware that I am having sex in-front of all these strangers, just as Toby hangs above me.
I moan in pleasure but I realise I have been under some sort of hypnosis, this man seems to capture me and I cannot control it. He is fucking me hard, pounding his dick into me as he is cheered on and my father watches, speaking some sort of language I have never heard. I try to push him off me but he pins my arms down and fucks me harder.
“Get the fuck off me,” I scream and with will a bright white light shoots from me throwing Chanile off me onto the floor.
What the hell was that? I have no idea how I did it, I just wanted him off. I get up and look up at Toby.
I have to get out of here; I have to get us both out of here!
