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By Mara Reitsma
Part One - The Dream
Night had finally fallen, and the cold wind was whipping past his face, but no matter how cold he felt, he had to find her. There was no excuse, no reason why, just an intense urge to find her, and to love her.
‘Have you given up, so easily?’ The voice echoed through his mind, and his heart beat even faster than before.
‘Where are you?’ He called out, though to his surprise, his voice was deeper, darker. ‘I can’t see you!’
‘Do you worry, for me?’ She teased, the voice now sweeter, softer than before; and with each word, it sent shudders down his spine. ‘Do you worry, for them?’
‘I worry for nothing, but the feel of you against me.’ Wait, had he actually said that? And the tone he’d used, it was so, dirty.
‘But, you like to be dirty!’ Her voice sounded closer, and a moment later, he felt her breath against his neck, and her hand upon his chest
He wanted to turn and face her, to see her beautiful face, but he dared not disobey her. This, was her game. She had found him, now he was to find her, and do with her as he pleased. What a game, she’d described...
‘This was an amazing idea, admit it!’ She giggled against his ear, her tongue, so sinful as her lips nipped at his neck.
‘Come here!’ He growled, spinning about to take hold of her, his will to see her, outweighing the rules of her game.
Soft, blonde hair, fell down about her shoulders, framing a delicate ivory face and one gorgeous set of shimmering green eyes. Her lips were blood red, and her smile so intoxicating, he couldn’t help but be drawn to her kiss.
‘You’ll always be mine!’ She whispered against his lips, and let her hand slip beneath his trousers.
Nothing else mattered as she stroked him. The pleasure she released, an erotic explosion between his thighs. Each time her fingers swirled across his shaft, he felt the wave take hold, and when she lowered herself to her knees, he all but melted into her hands... or at least, he’d hoped to, before the fog returned and he was ripped from her arms. Such pleasure he’d received, and now he felt hollow and bare; his world crumbling as the image of the blonde, faded from sight, and a man dressed in black, with thick chains of gold around his neck, stood before him with a menacing grin.
‘You, get the fuck out, now!’ The man snarled at him, and Aryn felt his heart skip a beat.
Part Two – Waking Up
Aryn awoke with a massive headache, and an image of a blonde is his mind. He had no clue who she was, only that he’d spent one hell of a night with her, even if it was just a dream. His eyes were blurry and his mouth, raw and dry. His throat was sore and his nose, plugged, and there was something sticky in his shaggy, blonde hair. Yup, he was awake and basking in the sun the shone through the window, on a couch that wasn’t his, in a home, he didn’t recognize.
How he’d gotten here, to this particular couch, he’d no clue; but, at least he was warm. The past few days had been a blur, surfing from couch to couch, just trying to stay out of the harsh winter weather, had wiped him. He didn’t have much, save for a small backpack he’d managed to stuff a few things into, and at that very moment, it reeked of old socks; and beer.
“Ugh...” Aryn let out, as the pungent scent wafted past his nose; a nose, that up until that second, had been plugged.
Five foot, nine, and a good, hundred and forty pounds, Aryn felt like crap, as he ran his hand through his hair. He was exhausted.
“Shit!” He hissed, pulling his hand away from the sticky strands, only to have one land in his face.
Taking a good look around the small room, with its pasty gray walls and floral print furnishings, he noticed a handful of others, strewn out over various pieces of furniture. All of them were men, and looked to be as rough and worn out as Aryn felt.
“Are you, okay?” Came a voice, one too gruff for his appearance, and Aryn furrowed his brow as he took in the dark brown hair, and glasses on the kid in the corner.
And when he said kid, he meant it. The boy looked to be what, fifteen? What the hell was he doing in a place like this?
“Shit, nothing makes sense!” Aryn let out with a sigh, eyeing the young man up and down. “Where am I?”
“Welcome to hell!” One man let out, before curling up in his chair before a fire.
“Whatever you do, don’t sleep with her!” Another chuckled, and rolled over on his couch.
Now that was something to say to a total stranger. Was that supposed to be a warning of some kind? It didn’t matter, for the only her, he could recall, was a blonde with green eyes, and he was pretty sure she’d fallen out of some fairy tale and into his dreams. She wasn’t even real.
Shit, why couldn’t he remember anything else? How much had he had to drink?
“Are you sure, you’re alright? You, need something to drink?” He asked, holding up an amber colored bottle.
“No!” Aryn replied, shaking his head.
There must have been one hell of a party, and yet he couldn’t remember where it had been, or who else was there. He could, however, remember that blonde. Shit, she was so beautiful, and she’d been all over him. Yeah, there was no way she was real. So, mature, and, seductive...
“Any idea, where my phone is?” Aryn asked, trying to rise from the couch he was on, and the kid nodded.
“Upstairs, in my room!” He told Aryn. “Come on, I’ll show you, and then we’ll get you home!”
Rising, on wobbly legs, he ignored the fact that he wore clothes that were not his, and stumbled past the others. What was this place? Some sort of flop house? There were like, five men, all them snoring, or whispering to the walls as he passed; and all of them, smelled of beer.
“Come on, this way!” The kid called to him, leading him up a flight of stairs. “I’m sorry about them. My Dad has a lot of, friends, and they usually stay here when they’re in town!”
“No worries!” Aryn shrugged, and followed the kid up another flight of stairs.
At the top, Aryn got his first look out a nearby window, without being blinded by the sun. The yard was massive, and covered in snow, and trees. He’d never been here before, nor could he think of where this property was located; but it was breathtaking.
“Where are we?”
“My Dad’s house!” The kid replied. “He collects things, but we shouldn’t stay long! I don’t want to break anything!” He laughed, and nodded to the paintings on the wall, and then the bookshelves filled to the edges all throughout the hallway.
“Wow!” Aryn let out, as he passed a glass case, with three, shrunken heads inside.
“Yeah, but don’t touch any of it! He’ll flip!”
“No worries!” Aryn nodded, and again, followed the kid with the glasses.
When he opened the door, and showed Aryn into his room, it looked nothing like the rest of the house. Instead of pale gray walls and fancy decor, Aryn found old wood floors and dark wall papering. A four-post bed sat in the corner, facing a stone hearth that hadn’t been lit in what looked like forever, and a big bay window looked out over the snow-covered yard below.
“This is, pretty cool!” Aryn let out, turning from the window.
It was all so intriguing, until he came to a picture that sat upon the stone mantle, and his heart stopped for a moment. A woman, with long blonde hair and the most perfect eyes, just like in his dream.
“Who is she?” He inquired, taking the photo down, and then sat on the edge of the bed.
So mesmerized, so intrigued by the beauty encased in a frame, Aryn just had to know her name.
“She is no one of importance!” The kid replied, but something must have caught his attention. “Stay here, I’ll be right back with your phone!” He smiled, and then darted from the room.
Aryn returned his gaze to the picture, letting himself fall back against the mattress. She was beautiful, whoever she was, and he pictured her as he had in his dream as closed his eyes.
Part Three – The Farm
‘Come on, Aryn, let’s play!’ He heard the voice call out to him, and noticed the circle of friends, huddled in the center of the living room.
He couldn’t make out where they were, or who exactly was sitting in the circle, but he sat down beside them, none the less. A bottle was passed around, and Aryn joined in, taking a swig like the others; but it tasted, funny.
‘You start!’ One of the girls giggled to her friend. ‘Let’s see if Mark really does love you!’ She added, and her friend blushed.
Such rosy cheeks, hidden beneath dark hair, and Aryn let out a laugh. He was feeling good, though the drink had left an after taste in his mouth, he couldn’t quite describe.
The giggles continued, as the bottle was passed around again, but when Aryn took hold of it, everything in the room stood still. No one spoke, no one moved. It was as if the whole room had frozen in time, but Aryn.
‘Does he, love me?’ The last words he’d heard, circled in his mind, and yet, there came no answer, only the eerie silence.
His heart skipped a beat when the chill washed over him, like someone stood behind him, watching his every move. An ominous presence. One that sent his senses on a, terror filled, but pleasurable ride. That was when he saw the long blonde hair, and those amazing green eyes, staring back at him from across the room. She was more beautiful than the others, more graceful in the way she walked towards him; and when she held her hand out for him, he felt himself rise to his feet, submitting to her call.
He left the circle, and followed the woman, no care as to their destination. Her hand let go of his and her lips pursed as she blew him a kiss, before she disappeared out the back door.
‘Wait!’ He called to her, his voice deep, and sinful, while his heart seemed to jump from his chest.
He had to find her. He had to know her name.
‘Please, don’t go...’
‘Go where?’ Her voice had returned the minute he stepped outside, and all he could think of, was how lucky he was that he’d found her.
‘Don’t leave!’ He replied, watching as she skipped down the back steps and across a vast lawn. ‘Hey, wait up!’ He called after her, just before she vanished behind an old shed; and he tore off into the shadows after her.
He wasn’t about to let such beauty go. Not now, not when she’d teased him so. She wanted him. He could feel the pull, and was so very willing to oblige.
‘Are you there?’ She whispered, her voice carried on the wind. ‘Come find me!’ She told him, right before the moon light disappeared, and the alarm began to blare in the distance. ‘Aryn?’ She called to him. ‘Aryn, where did you go?’ But no matter how hard he tried to find her, it was just too dark, and he was far too drunk.
‘Come back!’ He called to her, ‘Please, come back!’
He was still calling for her, when his eyes opened, to find an elderly man standing over him, with a scowl upon his face, hidden deep beneath years of wrinkles and gray hair.
“Who, are you?” The man demanded, and Aryn shot up in the bed. “What sort of game, do you play here?” He shouted, running his hands through his shaggy gray hair.
“I followed the boy...”
“There’s not been any children here, not for a long while!”
“I swear to you, there was a boy...” Aryn choked out, but the man’s face turned sour.
“You think this is funny? Coming in here, spewing lies like that?” The man shouted, “I should take you out back and whip you for such horrid lies!” The man growled, and Aryn jumped back across the bed.
“Listen, pal, I woke up downstairs...”
“Then how did you get upstairs?” He snapped, waving his hand about. “The Master catches you in here, speaking like that, and you’ll find yourself in a whole lot of trouble!”
“I’m sorry, but that kid brought me up here, said it was his room...”
“Lies! All of them!” The man shouted, and took to Aryn with his fists. “You’re a heathen, and shall be punished for your tricks!”
“Whoa, calm down!” Aryn shouted, his arms up to defend himself. “Hey, cut it out!”
“Garren?” Another entered the room, and the man who attacked Aryn, froze in his tracks. “What is the meaning of this?” said a man, with jet black hair.
Garren turned to face the man in the door, only to mumble a few words as he rushed past him, leaving Aryn in complete shock. What the fuck, had just happened here?
“I’m sorry, Garren, is not all there!” The newcomer announced, and bowed his head. “My name, is Dawson Kramer, and this, is my house!”
“Then who was he?” Aryn managed to let out.
“He, is a friend!” Mr. Kramer smiled. “A very, troubled, friend! But then, that’s why he’s here!” He chuckled, and turned from the room. “It’s why we’re all here!”
So, Aryn was going to pretend he understood everything the man had just said, and followed him across the hall and into another room.
“Welcome, to the farm!” Mr. Kramer started again, when Aryn had joined him at the large bay window, behind his desk.
This, had to be his office, and from what Aryn could tell, he was a busy man. Books and files filled the shelves, weighed down by more artifacts that seemed as ancient as the house itself. There were paintings on the wall, mirrors and hanging plants, and a fireplace, much like the one in the other room; save this one was lit.
“What is this place?”
“It is my home!” Mr. Kramer laughed. “And you are most welcome to stay as long as you like!”
“I should really get back to my own home!” Aryn replied. “Which is why I was in the other room, the...” He stopped short, remembering Garron’s words about the kid. “...I was told my phone was charging in there. I must have fallen asleep!”
“It is a comfortable room, and can be yours, if you so wish!” Mr. Kramer told him, as he stepped into the light, and Aryn finally got a good look at the man.
Tall, muscular, and wearing a suit as black as his short-cropped hair. He screamed business man, but Aryn wasn’t about to make any assumptions just yet.
“I should really, get home!” Aryn told him again, and the man turned back to the window.
“If you insist, but the next shuttle, does not leave until the morning!” The man replied with a sigh.
“The shuttle? Where the hell are we?”
“You, really don’t remember, do you?” Mr. Kramer looked at him with a sort of concern in his eye. “Pity!”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’d hoped your time with us, had helped you!” The man replied, and made for a small cart beside his desk. “Drink?”
“What do you mean, my stay?”
Aryn was so confused. He’d woken up this morning, in a room filled with rift raft, followed a kid upstairs and fell asleep waiting for a reply from...
“My phone? Where’s my phone?” He said, the panic filling his chest, and he tore from the room.
He flew on to the bed where he’d lay, tossing the sheets and the pillows, but he couldn’t find his phone. His heart beat faster, he needed the phone, it had all his contacts, all his, everything.
“Where’s my phone?” He yelled, as Mr. Kramer entered the room behind him.
“You need to calm yourself!” He told Aryn, but that wasn’t going to happen. “Getting upset will only make things worse!”
“I need, my phone! I need to call Momma!” He shouted back at the man, “I need to go home!” He added, only to feel the hands on his arms a moment later. “Let me go!” He shouted at them, as they pulled him from the room, and back down the hall, to another room.
“He’s relapsed!” He heard Mr. Kramer tell another, but Aryn couldn’t see anyone. “We’ll need to sedate him again!”
“Yes, Doctor!”
Sedate him? Doctor? What the fuck? Where the hell was he? What was this place? And who the fuck, was Mr. Kramer.
“We were so close!” He heard another voice, as the pain seared through his neck.
It was softer than the others, almost angelic.
“We’ll succeed, my sweet! I promise!” Mr. Kramer replied, as the darkness swirled around Aryn, and he felt himself floating away.
‘Aryn?’ He heard his name, and the darkness gave way to a beautiful meadow. ‘Aryn!’ He heard the joy in her voice, and a moment later, saw her long, blonde hair and emerald green eyes. ‘You came back!’
Part Four – The Party
‘Come, Aryn, let’s go! It’ll be fun!’ She told him, taking him by the hand and leading him back to the house. ‘It’s just a little party!’
And then the scene changed, as if he’d blinked and been transported clear across the city. Gone was the meadow, replaced by a mass of people, swaying and grooving to music. The room carried a scent, one which reminded him of home; and he felt relaxed, if but for a moment.
‘Come!’ She smiled at him, his woman with the blood red lips. ‘Enjoy your party!’
He nodded, feeling her bump up against him, and slide her way down the front of his chest. She was a smooth dancer, erotic and sensual, pulling all eyes towards her; and Aryn could already feel the lust building within. He wanted her, and every time she smiled at him, he melted even further.
‘Come with me!’ She purred, wrapping her arms around his neck. ‘Come have a drink!’
Who was he to argue? And so, he followed. From the dancing to the drinks, the whole way, he never took his eyes off her, and when they found themselves in a bedroom, locked away from prying eyes, he hoped like hell he’d finally make it. He’d finally pop his jewels, and be the man he’d always pretended to be. He’d prayed for this night, for as long as he could remember, and with her...
‘I want to share something with you!’ She told him, as they lay in the bed.
‘Anything!’ He replied, the anticipation building, as she reached behind her and handed him her drink.
‘Take this, while I slip in to something a little, more comfortable!’ She grinned, and left him lying there. ‘Don’t go anywhere now!’
Go anywhere? Hell, he was staying right the fuck there. Sex, with a real woman? Fuck, he wasn’t leaving, for anything. This was the major leagues, prime time, the things he could learn from her, and the things he’d heard about, and wanted to try...
His mind was racing by the time she returned, sliding up on to the bed with him. ‘I want to spend this time, with you!’ She groaned, lifting up his shirt and running her lips across his belly.
It burned, but in a good way, and he laid back, as she took the cup from him. ‘Baby, you can do that all night if you like!’ He chuckled, as her hand took his, and he felt the smooth, teardrop shape in his fingers.
‘I could give you everything...’ She whispered, in his ear, ‘...all you have to do, is...’
‘Anything!’ He moaned, ‘Just don’t stop!’
‘Do you love me?’ She said, and he laughed.
He didn’t even know her name, but yes. ‘I do!’ He told her, and felt her lips against his own.
‘Good, for this will not work, if you don’t love me!’
‘Oh, I love you!’ He groaned, and felt his hand on his chest, clutching the smooth tear drop gem.
‘Tell me, how much you love me!’
It was almost time, he was almost there. Soon to be a virgin no more, with her hand in his trousers, unbuckling his belt...
‘Who, the fuck, are you?’ The voice sounded out, and Aryn’s heart, dropped.
‘What was that?” He blurted out, now in a panic as his woman left his side.
‘I should go!’ She told him, the alarm written on her face as she rose from the bed.
‘Where are you going?’ He called after her, scrambling to get her back.
‘Perhaps, next time?’ She smiled at him, and disappeared into the hall.
‘I said, who the fuck, are all of you? And what the fuck, are you doing, in my cousin’s house?’
The voice sounded angry, and even more so, when Aryn came into the hall; a hall, that was way too familiar for his liking. Past a bathroom that smelled like a four-twenty fest, and the fish tanks, filled with fish which seemed to glare at him. This, was so not good.
‘Get the fuck out of here, now!’ He heard the voice again, and came face to face with a man, he’d seen only a handful of times before.
‘You do not fuck with my family!’ Momma’s words filled his head, and the sight of his own living room, sent shudders throughout his body.
‘You, out!’ The man turned to him, his chains shining in the light beneath his scowled face.
‘But this, is my, home!’ Aryn replied, so utterly confused.
Who were all these people? What were they doing in Momma’s house? Where, was his woman?
‘This one, says he lives here!’ The man spoke into his phone, as a woman shouted from the kitchen.
‘Watch it all, mother fuckers! Watch, as it goes down the drain!’ Her voice rang above them all, as they scattered to collect their things and depart. ‘Think you can fucking party here? Ha!’
Whoever she was, she was mad, and Aryn was afraid to enter the kitchen to see who it was. Could have been any one of the Aunts, or one of his Momma’s friends come to check on the house, none the less, he was safer where he was.
‘Yeah!’ The man spoke in to the phone some more, sneering at Aryn as the house cleared. ‘He’s right here! Punk keeps saying this is his house!’ He paused a moment, and then hung up the phone.
‘You, out!’ He told Aryn, and held out his hands.
‘But this is my house!’ Aryn protested.
‘Not anymore! So, hand over the keys, and find the fucking door, before I show your face, the way!’
What the hell was happening? What was he saying? Aryn was still trying to figure it all out, as he walked down the street with his bag over his shoulder, and a few of the drunks who’d trashed his Momma’s house. How could this have happened?
Part Five – The Doctor
“Is he awake?” Aryn heard the voices, and rolled over in his bed, only to come face to face with pale gray walls, and the men he’d seen earlier, in beds of their own.
“He’s awake!” Another chuckled, and clapped his hands together.
“Poor fool!” The first sighed, “You think he’ll do it?”
What were they talking about? What would he do?
“If he’s lucky, he’s already failed!” The second grumbled.
“If he sleeps with her, he’s done for!’ A third cut in.
“But she’s so lovely!” The first replied.
“Hush! Someone’s coming!” The voices were muffled, and Aryn closed his eyes as the footsteps drew closer.
“It’s time, for the meeting!”
“I said hush, or they’ll drug you again!”
They kept arguing, and Aryn kept quiet, even when the guards, or at least he thought they were guards, came in and escorted them all down a very long, very white, hall.
“In here!” He was told, his hands at his sides, pulling at the light blue scrubs he wore, his head spinning as he was led to a seat.
“Good morning!” He heard the familiar voice, and looked up to see Mr. Kramer.
“What?” Aryn shook his head. “What is this?”
“Please, Aryn, there will be no disruptions in here!” Mr. Kramer let out with a sigh, “We cannot afford to sedate you any further!”
“Sedate me? What for?” Aryn lashed out, but the guards had him pinned to his chair a moment later.
“Just relax!” One of the others told him. “It doesn’t hurt!” He added, and folded his hand in his lap. “The questions, never hurt!”
He spoke as if he’d lost a few screws, dressed just as Aryn was in the light blue scrubs, but he was older, and his hair had grayed in many places. The others all looked much the same. Old and insane, just waiting for some fun and games to keep their feeble minds entertained.
“Your paranoia, has gotten the better of you, as of late!” Mr. Kramer told him, as he sat in his desk across the room. “And we cannot help you, Aryn, unless you, help us!”
“It feels good, to help him!” Another giggled, but the look Mr. Kramer gave him, had him quitting, quick after.
“Do you remember, who I am, Aryn?” Mr. Kramer asked.
“Uh, no!” Aryn choked out, he didn’t remember anything really, and what he did remember, was more like flashes of a nightmare.
It couldn’t have been real. He never would’ve hosted a party, never at Momma’s. She’d taken him in, when his own mother has tossed him out; but the memory was so vivid, so real.
“I’m your Doctor, and this, is my farm!” Mr. Kramer sighed. “And it seems, we’re back at square one!”
“Where were we before?” Aryn inquired.
“You were almost ready to rejoin society, but your recent relapse, has called for further study into your case.” Mr. Kramer shook his head. “You were doing so well, too!”
“I don’t remember you, or this place. I want to go home!” Aryn shouted. “I want to call Momma!”
“You cannot!” Mr. Kramer rose from his chair, and waved the guards aside.
“And why can’t I? Why I am here?”
“Getting angry, will only make the memory loss worse!” Mr. Kramer replied.
“I want to go home!”
“Aryn, that’s impossible!”
“Why? Where’s Momma?” Aryn shouted, and the guards made to step forward, but again, Mr. Kramer waved them off.
“Do you remember the party, Aryn?” Mr. Kramer asked him, running a hand through his short, black hair. “Do you remember the night you let your friends in to Momma’s house, and how they destroyed it?”
“They what?” Aryn pulled back in horror. “No, it never happened. I would never...” He shouted, again and again, until the guards finally restrained him.
“You can’t go back to your Momma, Aryn, for the house you once knew, no longer exists!” Mr. Kramer shook his head. “You ruined it, Aryn!”
“No! No, I didn’t! You’re lying! You’re all liars!” He screamed. “I want to go home! I want to call home, now! It wasn’t me!”
A mid all the screaming, he could see Mr. Kramer shaking his head, as if he were a lost cause.
“It’s been four years, and he still hasn’t come around!” He told them, “Perhaps it’s time we let him go!”
“Yes! Yes, I want to go!” Aryn called out, as he was hauled out of his seat. “I want to go home!”
But there was no home for Aryn, only the pain in the side of his neck, as once again, he was sedated.
“We can’t keep this up! We’ll have to try with another!” Mr. Kramer’s voice started to fade.
“No, he must be the one! I can feel it! Let me try again!” There was her voice again, just like before, but Aryn couldn’t see her. “Please?”
“I warn you, my sweet, his mind is strong and his will to fight...” The man sighed, “You must try harder, if we are to succeed!”
“He’ll come around, I promise!” Was the last thing Aryn heard, before the room began to darken.
Part Six – Nola
‘Aryn? Where are you?’ She called out to him from the gardens, and he felt the grass beneath his bare feet.
‘Hello?’ He called back, his senses rising to such occasion.
He knew the voice, and he knew this dream; except, this was not where it had played out before. She waited for him, with her long blonde hair pinned back from her face, and wore a soft pink dress which touched her toes. Her eyes sparkled a wicked shade of green, and her lips... oh, so red.
‘I was hoping you’d come back!’ She grinned as he approached her, and he felt his heart flutter as she reached out for him.
They had come so close, many times before, but there had always been something to stop their embrace. Always something, to quench the fire and send his world into madness.
‘You look tense?’ She told him, her hand reaching for his, and in it, was that small, tear shaped jewel.
‘Just a little confused!’ He replied, shaking his head as if to shake away the fog.
‘Come, let me help you release some of your tension!’
How could he resist her? He couldn’t, only a fool would deny a chance with such pleasure.
‘You must sit back, and relax!’ She purred, and like magic, he found himself falling into her lap. ‘There, isn’t this better?’ She whispered, running her hand across his bare chest and down towards his navel.
‘Is this...’ He started, but she silenced him with her lips.
‘Just relax!’ She told him, ‘Let your mind worry not!’ She took his hand in hers, and again he could feel the small jewel in his clutches, and pressed against his chest. ‘Let me, take care of you!’
‘Oh, God yes!’ He moaned, as her hand drifted lower, tickling the tuft of hair that lay just above his trousers.
‘The Gods, have nothing to do with this, my love!’ She whispered in his ear, nibbling her way down his neck and sliding herself out from behind him. ‘You see, I’ve been waiting, for you...’ Her moan sent a chill right through him, or perhaps it was the way she removed his trousers with her mouth?
Either way, there was no stopping this. He wanted her so badly he could taste it. So beautiful, so incredibly...
‘I have waited, for so long...’ She whimpered, laying kisses along his legs and thighs, until she returned to his waist.
‘Yes!’ He groaned, and listened to her giggle as she took hold of him.
‘Do you love me?’ She murmured, her hand stroking him hard as her lips left sinful burns across his chest.
‘I, uh...’ He stuttered, the pleasure rising so intensely, he could barely think, let alone speak.
‘You must love me, it will not work if your love is not real!’
‘But I don’t even know you!’ He managed to choke out, and regretted it instantly as she pulled away.
‘If you do not love me, love, this...’ She looked around, ‘...then how can we...’
‘I do love this! All, of this!’ He grinned, eyeing her up and down.
Each and every inch of her was ripe for the picking, and he was more than ready to ravage her; and he hoped like hell they wouldn’t be interrupted this time.
‘So, you do love me?’
‘How can I love someone, without a name?’ He told her, and her hand stopped once again.
‘My name does not matter!’ She looked at him with frustration.
‘But it does! How can I profess my love for you, if I don’t know your name?’ He teased, enthralled in the moment as he rose to kiss her.
‘Nola!’ She replied, rising to her feet, and he watched as that pretty pink, silk dress, fell from her shoulders. ‘You, are called Aryn, and I, am called Nola!’
‘That’s a beautiful name!’ He grinned so wide, and ushered for her to return to his side. ‘And you, are a beautiful woman!’
Nola smiled, falling with her knees on either side of his lap, and when he felt the warmth between her legs touch him, he shuddered.
‘So, you do love me?’ She said, her smile growing bigger, as he too, grew in her hand.
‘Yes, I love you!’ He smiled back, and felt her wetness slide over him.
So tight and so divine, he couldn’t imagine he’d gone this long without knowing such pleasure, and as her hips moved faster, he let out a moan.
‘You feel, so good!’ He let out with a hiss, the sensations flooding his body and bringing him closer to the edge.
‘As, do you!’ She whimpered in his lap.
That, sent even more tingles, rip roaring through his veins, and he could feel himself getting harder, and hotter.
‘Shit!’ He whispered, the edge so close, he could fall off any second, and she threw her arms around his neck.
‘Tell me, you love me!’ She moaned again, her hips rocking against his as her own heat rose in her belly. ‘Tell me, Aryn! Say my name!’
‘I do, Nola, I do love, you!’ He thrust as hard as he could, no longer able to hold it back, and felt her back arch as she too, lost all control.
It felt so good, so right, feeling his seed leave his body into hers, and the way she moved, as if reveling in every moment of her release. But, there would be no more seduction, no more warmth, as his Nola rose from his lap, letting his seed drip from between her thighs, and the laughter rang out all around him.
‘What was done, has been undone!’ His voice echoed through the gardens, and the fog rolled in, covering everything in sight.
‘What’s going on?’ Aryn let out, his own voice so weak. ‘Nola? Where are you going?’ He added, as he watched her walk away.
He tried to rise, to follow her, but it felt as if there were a weight upon his chest. He could not move. He could only scream.
‘Nola?’ He shouted for her, only to hear his words drown out by another bout of laughter.
‘She is not yours, boy!’ He was told, ‘She was never yours!’
‘Nola?’ Aryn shouted again, as the ground around him opened up as if to swallow him.
‘Give it up, boy!’ It laughed again. ‘For she has been freed from her prison, and will once again lay in my bed, where she belongs!’
As the words grew louder, Aryn could see the figure coming towards him, and his heart skipped a beat.
‘Nola?’ He tried again, but the fog held him down and masked his words.
‘You have done us a great favor!’ The voice spoke again, more familiar now. ‘Without you, my Nola would have remained trapped, bound by hate in a game of horrors; but your love has freed her once more, and though it is for but a time, know that your sacrifice will not go, unrewarded.’
His sacrifice? His love? He’d just had sex, nothing more. What the hell was going on? Why couldn’t he move?
‘Let me go!’ Aryn shouted at the man, but it did him no good.
‘I cannot, for you have traded your soul, for her freedom, and it’s a deal not even I can break!’ He laughed, and his face came in to view.
‘Mr. Kramer?’ Aryn gasped, as his blonde haired, green eyed, Nola, stood there beside that son of a bitch with the jet-black hair.
‘Despite the attempts made by my son, you have returned to me, the one thing I’ve wanted most of all!’ Mr. Kramer chuckled.
‘Your son?’ Aryn choked out, oh God, the kid...
‘It was he, who tricked my lover into his game, as punishment for the way I betrayed his mother!’
‘He what?’
‘It matters not, for this night is all I have with my beloved, and you shall not ruin it!’ Mr. Kramer laughed again, and the darkness set in.
Part Seven – The Touched
“He played the game, Mortimer!” Aryn heard the voices, though his body ached, and he couldn’t pull himself from his bed.
“He slept, with the woman!” Another sighed.
“Oh no!” The room filled with gasps.
“Aye!”
“Will he wake up?”
“I don’t know, Mortimer! But, we must watch over him now!”
Who the hell was Mortimer? And where the hell was he now? His head hurt and his mind was spinning.
“If he wakes, he’s going to have questions!”
“Then we shall try to answer them. It’s the least we can do!”
Aryn groaned, feeling a sharp pain in his belly, and tried to roll over. His head was hurting and his throat was dry, he was cold and itchy all over.
“Are you alright?” He heard a familiar voice, and the others seemed to hush. “Aryn?” The voice came again.
It was the kid, or was it? He couldn’t tell what was real anymore. All he knew, was that he needed a drink of water.
“Here, take this!” He heard the kid say, and opened his eyes to the blinding light. “Easy now, just a sip!”
“Where?” Aryn let out, but his voice was harsh, and deep. “Where, am I?”
“In my father’s manor!” The boy hung his head. “I am sorry, for what has happened!”
“What, happened?” Aryn inquired.
“You have been touched!” The boy replied. “Like the others!” He nodded towards the men across the room. “This farm, is your prison!”
“Wait, what?” Aryn choked out. “My prison?”
“You played her game!” The kid told him, and hung his head again.
“What game? Who are you?”
“My name, is Dorien, and the game...” He shuddered, “The jewel was meant to trap my step-mother!” Dorien explained, “A prison, to contain all her evil!”
“Buddy, this isn’t a fairy tale!” Aryn chuckled, the kid had to be pulling his leg.
“No, it’s not!” Dorien glared at him, “It’s a nightmare!” He shook his head. “You see, the jewel was meant to lock her away, but my half-sister, their, daughter...” He shuddered again, “...she found a way to communicate with her mother!”
Okay, so this was an epic story, but Aryn was so over the fantasies, and this kid was beginning to get on his nerves.
“Alright, well, how about you write a book about it, and I’ll buy a copy!” Aryn chuckled, and tried to rise from the bed; but Dorien stopped him.
“Take it easy, you’re still...” Dorien tried to warn him, but it was too late, and the pain ripped through his chest.
“You don’t understand, Aryn! None of them did, until it was too late!”
“Shouldn’t have slept with her!” The one called Mortimer giggled. “Shouldn’t have played the game!”
“What, fucking, game?” Aryn shouted.
“Be quiet, or he’ll drug you again!” Dorien told him. “My father is...” He paused, “...was, a good man. He tried to help people, but when my mother died, and he met Nolari, he changed. She was so beautiful, with her long blonde hair and deep green eyes...”
Aryn gasped as he described the woman.
“With the birth of my half-sister, his world grew darker, and the people began to talk. We knew something had to be done, and so, the jewel was created!”
“Wait, you’re serious?” Aryn blurted out, as the image of the woman, and Mr. Kramer, came to mind. “Holy shit!”
“I’ve tried to warn you, tried to help you escape, but both my sister and my father were so determined to have you...” Dorien went on. “... and they were right! You did help them!”
“How? How did I help them? What’s happened to me?”
“You’ve been touched by Oujara’s Game, Aryn! You gave your soul, so my step-mother, could walk the realm of the living for one night!”
“You’re fucking crazy, dude!” Aryn sat up, and pulled back towards the wall.
“No, I’m dead!” Dorien sighed, “And so are you!”
“Fuck off, dude!”
“I am serious, Aryn! My sister brought her game, to your party, and you took that jewel in your hands. You opened the door for her arrival, all she needed you to do, was finish the task.”
“You shouldn’t have slept with her!” Mortimer giggled again. “And now, you live with us, forever!”
They had to be joking, this wasn’t real.
“It is very real, my friend, as real, as the blade my sister used, to slit my throat!” Dorian pulled back his collar, and let Aryn see that long, horrid scar. “I tried to stop her...”
“This has to be a joke!” Aryn muttered, his entire life, or had been, flashing before his eyes.
“It’s hard to pass up the darkness, when it appears so beautiful to the beholder!” Dorien sighed. “Nolari was very beautiful, on the outside, and my father will forever succumb to her will! He has, for over two hundred years!”
“There has to be a way to undo this!”
“Destroy the game, destroy the power!” Dorien muttered, just as Mortimer did the same.
“Its call is too great! They cannot resist!” Mortimer went on. “No one, can deny the golden haired one with the blood red lips!”
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~ TO BE CONTINUED~
