My little demon left me on read. I can’t say I’m surprised about it. What was she supposed to say,“oh yes big daddy, I made sure to grab the one with the most cream for you”or some shit.Absolutely not. Not my girl... at least not yet.
Once I realized she wasn’t going to entertain the unknown messenger, I decided to stream for a couple of hours. After switching between getting my ass kicked and kicking ass in different lobbies, I close out the game for the night.
I reach over to place my headset and controller on their stand and notice the candle from my dream. Iwrap my fingers around the smooth wax, still coated in her, before grabbing a nearby lighter.
Flicking the Zippo open, I wave the flame under the base of it a couple of times. I spot a nearby almost burned-through candle and push the one I’m holding to the bottom, creating a makeshift candle holder.Good enough.
I light the lighter again, bringing it to the wick. It takes a couple of seconds before the flame catches, bathing the room in a warm ambience. I breathe in deeply and smell her in the air. Her sweet musk is a welcome invasion of my senses.
A sharp pain in the back of my neck causes my hand to fly to it.
“What the-”
My fingers run over the area. I don’t feel anything suspicious. Weird. Maybe I pulled it or something.
Stripping my pants off, I lay in bed, thoughts of her flooding my mind. The smell of her takes me back to that night, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, thickthighs shaking around me. A dream I never wanted to wake up from.
I lay back, resting my head on my arms above me. Thoughts of her carry me to the darkness, surrounding me and dragging me deeper down into my dreams. Until it all goes black.
CHAPTER 19
Aisling
Iwake up, gasping for air, my lungs burning as they try to catch up to my brain. My eyes crack open, and I see familiar blood red walls surrounding me. I push myself into a sitting position and notice a light sound swirling around the room. Curious, I rise to my feet as my eyes adjust to the darkness.
I stand in astonishment at the sight before me. Hundreds, if not thousands, of luna moths circle the room. The eerie sound of their flapping wings linger in the walls around me. Their light green color is a stark contrast against the crimson room.
Looking up, they dance around me, their wings brushing my body as they circle. Placing my armsout in front of me, I hold my breath. A single moth flies toward my open palms, its silky wings beating in my hands. So small and fragile, but so beautiful.
A tear slides down my face as I appreciate this ethereal moment. More of the moon-winged creatures lay their weight on me. Grounding me. These little misunderstood night butterflies, a symbol for the freaks, the ones who find their spark even when the darkness is trying to suffocate them.
My heart races, and I take in a small breath, careful not to disturb the little dream flyers.
“Charming little monsters, aren’t they?” A smooth voice echoes around me. The words speak to me like a siren’s call.
A shadowy figure emerges from the darkness, draped in lace and leather. Wielding her power like a sword.
Her body is wrapped tightly in a corset, showing off her curves. Dark hair falls to her shoulders, a similar color to mine. Piercing yellow eyes that look as if they were dipped in gold stare back at me.
“They’re enchanting,” I reply shakily.
My voice gives away how unsure I am of the stranger in front of me.
“Yes, you could say that, my child. I assume you’re going to ask where you are, correct?” She responds sharply, dismissing my comment.
Before I can respond, she raises her hand in front of her, pointing towards me in a come-hither motion. Taking a step forward, the sound of wood scraping across the marble floors reverberates in my ears.
My skin pebbles at the sound, and I bite my teeth together in reaction. The back of my knees are taken out by a cold, hard force, causing me to fall back into a sitting position. My ass hits a chair, hard, as the breath is taken out of my lungs.
“Sit,” the woman says as she takes a few steps toward me.
She looks weightless, like she’s floating rather than walking, maybe gliding? I don’t fucking know, either way it’s weird as shit.
“A long time ago, I was created alongside another, we were made of the same fibers. One soul split into two, or so they had convinced me.”
Her hands begin to clench at her sides, grabbing and releasing her dress, a nervous tick, from the looks of it.
Her face twists as she continues. “I was under the assumption that because we were born equal, we were meant to be treatedequally. But I was so very wrong,” she sighs deeply, her voice drawing me in deeper with every word.
