by R.J. Adams
Eight
My dress is torn to shreds barely covering my body and blood drops drip down my legs. “The blood of the virgin runs, the purity is no-more,” my father howls.
Purity is no-more? Did he not see what I just did, surely that light would have distracted him from his weird chant? “Toby!” I scream up, he looks down at me with relief.
“Impregnate the Princess,” my father shouts as Chanile makes his way back to me to finish the job. I quickly glance at him and in a hurry I move back and climb off the slab.
He reaches me and grabs me, swinging me round and bending me over, does he not realise I am no longer in the trance. “You gave yourself to me,” he mumbles, “now we are one,” he enters me again and fucks me twice as hard as before, pulling on my hair as my father continues with his chanting. It feels good, I start to lose myself in him but Toby’s screaming snaps me out of it, I push back and stand up but Chanile sees this as an opportunity to grip my throat and fuck me more.
I hear his moaning intensify and his grip tightens, images once again of death and destruction flow through my mind, I once again will him away and more white light shines from my body sending him flying.
My father looks at me in disturbance that white light, not darkness has sprung from my body. I climb back up onto the slab and jump to the cage hanging above.
Suddenly I feel like I know how to get out of here, it has just come to me, I don’t know how and now is not the time to question it. “Hold onto my hand and do not let go,” Toby does as instructed as I hear my father screaming at them to get me. The sounds fade away and a white light blinds me, I feel Toby and nothing else.
I open my eyes and there I lie on the field once again with a butterfly on my palm fluttering so freely. I sit up and look, it’s the same field and next to me is Toby out cold. I shake him to wake him up, I hope I haven’t killed him, “Toby, Toby wake up.”
He grunts, “uhh, where am I, what happened?” He opens his eyes and looks at me, “oh my god Willow, are you alright?”
I nod, “yes, well, sort of. I heard you but I just couldn’t stop, I couldn’t snap out of it and then I saw some really bad things that kind of made me feel sick, they were so bad....” my voice trails off, “so many bad things.”
“I saw things too, I saw a world with darkness, witches and warlocks, you know to me those things are not real, they are stories but I saw them, I saw them with my own eyes and you, I saw darkness but then the light.”
Yes the light, the light I have no idea where it came from or why it appeared in the moment I was almost consumed by darkness. I felt the evil within my father and Chanile but I still wanted it.
“You’re hurt,” he murmurs to me looking down at the dried blood on my leg, “I tried to stop you, I screamed as loud as I could to stop you.”
I almost want to laugh, if I don’t then I will probably burst into tears, “Tried to stop what, me getting fucked so hard I’m bleeding or me giving into evil.”
“Both,” he sighs, “I screamed and shouted but,” he looks at me, “it doesn’t matter, you snapped out of it, did he come in you?”
I look at Toby in disgust, “my god Toby what kind of a question is that?”
He looks horrified himself, “no, not like that just I heard what they were doing, wanting to impregnate you with that child and wonder if they succeeded?”
Oh god, I don’t know, I look at Toby completely clueless, what if he did, I honestly don’t know, “no, I don’t think so, I pushed him off twice and anyway I don’t want to talk about that’ it’s disgusting.”
“I’m sorry,” he looks around, “being as we are close to my house I think it would be a good idea to go back and get changed,” he looks up and down at me, “that really isn’t a good look for you.”
I doubt that it is, torn black dress, blood down my leg and messed up sex hair, I doubt this is a good look for anyone. We get up and start walking back to his mother and father’s cottage. My god when they see us like this they are going to have a heart attack.
“Mom, dad?” Toby calls out as we walk inside the house, but there is no answer, “they must be out, which is a relief, god knows what they would have said after seeing you like that, let’s go upstairs and shower.”
He takes me in the bathroom and closes the door, switching the shower on for me as I look in the mirror feeling shamed.
“It’s not your fault you know,” he whispers staring at my reflection from behind me.
“Isn’t it,” I sigh, “no man has ever touched me and the first one that I let take me takes my virtue and draws me into such evil and the worst part is, I liked it.” Is this who I am now? A whore to the darkness to be taken whenever they choose? I feel disgusted in myself but if I feel so bad why did I enjoy it so?
“Come on,” he tests the temperature of the shower with his hand, “it seems warm enough, have a shower and just forget about it for now.”
I take my clothes off, my eyes fixed into space, “how can I forget about it? I have been dragged into a world you only read about in books, magic and darkness and it’s not just a scary story, it’s real, it’s who I am.”
He swings me around to face him, “it’s not who you are, you are a good person, if you weren’t then you wouldn’t be feeling so bad about it, you would be wanting to stay there, letting them sacrifice me for the dark needs.” He sighs heavily, “Look Willow, I have seen things I could not explain in words, things I would never think were real but they are, I guess sometimes the scary stories are not just made up, we will get through this and you have me to lean on. Your virtue may have been stolen, but your heart still belongs to you, as long as you have a heart that cares you will never be evil.”
I step in the shower letting the warm water run down over my body. My thighs are slightly bruised and I feel sore, your first time is supposed to be memorable, enjoyed by both people and yet I feel he got more joy out of it than me. I don’t deny I felt some pleasure but he definitely got the better experience.
The soap runs down my body as I try and wash away the events of the day, trying to feel human again.
I would think that everything I have seen or felt is just an extreme nightmare, who would believe me if I said warlock’s, witches and dark magic exists? I wouldn’t believe it if someone told me, I would think they were crazy, I thought I was starting to go crazy too.
“Are you okay in there?” Toby knocks on the door distracting me.
“Uhh yeah, I’m fine.” I switch the shower off and stand letting the water drip off me.
“Okay, well I’ve made some food, come down and eat when you’re ready.”
Mmm food, I cannot remember the last time I ate anything, feels like days since we have both eaten. I put on the outfit kindly laid out for me, jeans a top and warm cardigan, just what I needed.
I head downstairs to find a meal laid out on the table, home cooked pasta Bolognese, it smells delicious, “this looks lovely thank you, umm,” I move my hair from my face feeling shy, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know if you had a dryer.”
He smiles, “its okay, you look lovely anyway. Sit and eat, pasta is about the only thing I can cook,” he jokes, “So I hope it tastes okay.”
Wow this food is good, really good. It could be because I haven’t eaten in days but I scoff it down like I haven’t eaten in months. As we tuck in and the candles burn around the table, I get a feeling of normality.
Finally I am relaxed and for the first time in god knows how long I don’t feel like someone is chasing me.
“You seem relaxed,” Toby observes my body language, “don’t think I have seen you this relaxed since I met you.”
“No, I don’t think I have ever been this relaxed either.” I slump down in the chair, my belly fuller than a stuffed pig, “I’m used to always being so jumpy, someone always watching me, seeing things no-one else can see.”
“Well, now you know you’re not crazy, I saw them too,” he mumbles with food in his mouth.
“You didn’t
see what I saw, when he was,” I twist my fingers agitated at the thought, “when Chanile was, you know, I saw death, so much death,” sorrow fills me as the images do a repeat flash in my head, “why so much death?”
My palm is itching once again and it’s very uncomfortable, I look down and it’s really red, sort of inflamed, I scratch it but it doesn’t ease it. My burnt tattooed image is redder than ever before.
I close my hand into a tight fist to stop the itching but it just burns further, I release and out from my hand shoots a sort of black light that hits the wall and breaks the pictures that were so nicely hung up. Holy shit!
The more upset and frustrated I become at what is happening, the more destructive black light and dust shoots from now both my palms.
Toby jumps up and throws a dish-cloth over my hands, he places himself behind me out of harm’s way and lowers my hands under the table, “Okay then, let’s just keep your hands under here,” he looks around and the once nicely decorated homely kitchen now has smashed items and holes in the walls, “good, okay we don’t want you to take someone’s eye out so let just go in here,” still with slight cheekiness in his voice, he cautiously leads me to the small conservatory attached to the back of the house.
It has a small water fountain surrounded by fairy lights, soft lazy-boy couches where he sits me down. They are so comfy; you could easily slip back into them and go to sleep.
He let’s go of my hands slowly, “okay then, do you want to tell me what the hell that was?”
I look down at my hands, “I....I don’t know, one minute I was relaxed and the next, I was picturing all that death and I became so sad and a part of me felt angry, my palm started itching like it has done before and then that came out.”
“I’m confused,” Toby shakes his head, “at the thing you had white light now you have this dark light that seems to have some sort of dust attached to it, is that normal?”
“What the hell, how the hell am I supposed to know if it’s normal or not,” I reply annoyed, “there isn’t a bloody handy ‘how to use dark magic’ book lying around is there.”
He grabs my hands and places them on my lap, “okay hands of fury, maybe we should keep those under there until you know what it is, or well how to control whatever the hell it is.”
I see he is obviously scared by what is happening and is using his cheeky sarcasm to mask it and quite frankly I don’t blame him, but there is only one person left that I can think of to help me, my mother!
“We need to go back to the orphanage,” I mumble, “I need to see my mother.”
Toby freaks, “you mean you want to go back to darks-ville where warlocks and ghosts and monsters are just lurking in the shadows for you and your vagina to make some demon baby, are you nuts?”
I roll my eyes, “what choice do we have, everyone else is dead, I have no-one else to turn to.”
“Look,” he turns my head towards him, “those people wanted to make a human curry out of me to feed to you,” I feel a bit sick now he said that, “I’m not in the mood to become someone’s side-dish of crazy appetisers.”
“You’re over-reacting,” but I know he’s not, he was going to be a sacrifice and the blood was to be dripped all over me, not a nice thing I know. “I need you; didn’t you say you would be there for me?”
“Yes I did, look I understand you need your mother but isn’t it suicidal going back there? Isn’t that where they found you anyway and will probably be expecting you to go right?”
I guess he is right, what if they are just waiting in the shadow’s, waiting for my return to just be able to snatch me again? I got away from them before, which means this time they will be even more prepared. “I don’t have a choice, I have to go back, and maybe there is a way.”
He looks at me confused, his eyes narrow intrigued, “okay, I’m listening, how?”
“Remember, having the chat with me and I said about the light, I thought I was dreaming but I wasn’t,” he nods, “well what if we don’t go back to the orphanage, just back to that spot and see if I can see her.”
“That’s still risky though, I’m sure they will still find you and how do you know your mother will still be there, I mean no offence sugar but I don’t think it’s a place you kind of want to hang around in you know.”
“I don’t know she will be there and yes it’s a risk and I don’t know how I am going to see her but I know that I don’t have any other choice, I’m running out of options here, I cannot see any other way unless you do?”
Toby sighs running his hands through his hair, “No I don’t, okay, but this time, let’s go with some protection,” he grabs a knife from the draw.
I burst into laughter, “are you serious, we’re being chased by magical beings that have dark magic and can move you just by looking at you and you want to take a knife?”
He looks at me, looks at the knife and his eyes widen as he realises his stupidity, “umm, yeah good point, suppose that wouldn’t do any good would it,” he puts the knife down, “so what do we have?”
“Well there is only one thing we have, me, I have power right, shouldn’t I use it to defend us,” I shrug tying my hair back. My hair has been in my face and I hate it, tying it back keeps it of the way, battle prepared I guess.
“Ummm not being funny honey but have you seen the holes in my kitchen wall? Magical as you may be you’re not exactly the best at using that stuff and I don’t fancy a hole in my torso, for god sake I’m not Helen Sharpe.”
I stop mid-tie, arms in the air and very confused, “who the hell is Helen Sharpe?”
“Oh my god, you know, Death Becomes Her,” he looks at me as I look back at him emotionless, “hole in the belly,” he does the actions, “movie, woman shot, you know” I shake my head, “oh, well it’s a good film.”
Is he for real right now? “In-case you forget, I was raised in an orphanage and have lived there for the past seventeen years, well what I thought was the orphanage and I mainly read books and watched documentaries on the world, I wasn’t privileged with movies or DVD’s and things like that.”
“Oh yeah,” he mumbles awkwardly, “Sorry it just came out, I didn’t think. Well maybe one day I will take you to the movies and you can experience it,” he smiles.
I laugh, sometimes he speaks before he has chance to think about what he is about to say, but after being attached to him last few days I am slightly getting used to it. “Who knows? We might be able to get your car back.”
“My car,” he sighs, “I hope so, because if I don’t how am I going to tell my parents about what happened to it? They spent a lot of money on that car for me, if anything happens that’s going to be my balls on the table, I don’t fancy that!”
I shrug, “I don’t know, look let’s just go there and see what we can find okay, this is my last shot, I don’t want this dark magic, I don’t want any of it and if you see that temptation is taking over, please do all you can to stop me, I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“I promise I will try, I mean, do you want me to tackle you to the ground or something, stand in-front of you waving a torch with fire on it?” he smirks at me; I again see his cheeky sarcasm in his smirk.
“A torch, what the fuck do you think I am an Ogre? No I don’t want you to shine a torch or stick me with a pitchfork or anything else crazy that you are thinking about okay, this is serious, just be normal and do a normal thing and stop me, stop being such a bloody pleb?”
“A pleb?” he giggles, “what the hell is a pleb?
“You, you’re a pleb” he looks amused, no, I will not let him make me laugh, “Look, let’s just go okay.”
He nods and comes over and gives me a soft kiss on the forehead, as much as he can be a sarcastic cheeky chap, he really is kind of sweet and adorable.
With a deep breath and thoughts of wanting to be nowhere but the orphanage, Toby takes my hand and we are gone.
