by JDCLANDICE
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Samosa tried to lift her eyelids but they were so heavy, like invisible tape was binding them permanently to her cheeks. She tried squeezing her eyes them opening them back up. Her whole body felt more alive than it had in two years since her diagnosis, yet she felt she lost something too. What was it?
The memories from the night before flooded back to her and she covered her mouth in disbelief. Stone and her. Jacuzzi. Touching. Things growing from his chest…sex?
No. They did not engage in coitus. This was something so different, so alien. She could not put her finger on it. On top of all this confusion, her head felt hot and itchy.
Reaching upwards, she felt a downy soft, tuft of…hair! She hadn’t had her own hair in ages! She ran her fingers through the silky tresses and it came tumbling down her shoulders. Thick, black and full of curls. Her chest looked a bit more prominent, not small from her lack of eating properly and having two mastectomies. They were there.
It was so bittersweet. It was only sweet because she knew without a doubt she was healed, but what would she do from here?
“I see you’re up.” Stone came in with a plate of food and cup on a tray. It smelled like orange juice, eggs and sausage. An early breakfast.
“Thanks.” She yawned, stretched and leaned her head back on the headboard, then suddenly bounced from the bed hopping around the room even lifted up her shirt, not caring Stone was in the room. “I’m whole again!”
The scars, the bruising was gone. She stood before the full length mirror hanging on the door. Her body was smooth and toned and she still had those dangerous curves which won her many stares from the opposite sex.
“Now you must tell me,” she said going up to Stone and then kissing him fast on the lips. “What did I do to deserve this? Is this a dream? Did I get hit by a truck before I met you and landed in a coma?”
“Neither.” Stone put the tray down on the bed. “You wanted to be healed and so you got it.”
Samosa couldn’t help it, she kissed him again. “Thank you,” she said to him and grazed his lips again. Stone then kissed her passionately. His mouth moved hot against hers, sealing their lips together and then pressed a hand to her head to pull her closer, deepening the kiss.
Samosa was on fire. She wanted more. Her hands searched him everywhere. The breakfast tray crashed to the floor; she tugged at his shirt, unaware at how black her nails have become and how hungry she was for something edible: Him.
Maybe it was him she wanted to eat. She wanted him so bad she got a headache which rapidly reached a feverish pitch. That’s when he stopped her with both of his hands. “I didn’t think this would happen so very quickly.”
“What do you mean?” Samosa kept moving against him, flicking out her tongue each time to taste his lips, cheek, neck. “Don’t you like me?” She whined.
“I really do. More than you know, but there’s something I neglected to mention.”
Samosa felt a hum in the back of her mind. Canceling all rational thought she tried to have, zeroing in on just her desire for him, for his body.
“In order for the Bond to be complete, you must give me your entire soul. It’s like a manipulation system. To work the universe in your favor, I have to tweak your soul to receive what is fortune and it is housed here,” Stone pointed to his bare chest.
Samosa stepped away from him. “You. Took. My. Soul.”
Stone nodded. “Not your whole soul, I changed the essence of it though.” His head hung low now, Samosa stopped touching him, her eyes reverting back to shame and anger at the same time.
“No wonder I feel like some hungry void.” She cursed. “Even my nails are black.” What does that mean?”
“I needed to help you so I can help myself. I am in grave danger.”
Samosa shook her head in confusion.
