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by Crystalwizard

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Chapter Thirteen

Darnell gazed down at me and chuckled, a vicious evil sound straight from the darkest depths of existence. His eyes glowed brightly and my heart nearly stopped. I struggled, but my body felt like it had been turned to stone and I stared up at him, thinking furiously.

My hand rested on the book I’d been reading. My arm was stretched out beside me on the bed so the book couldn’t be on my chest, but the weight persisted. Yet I didn’t feel crushed beneath it. Instead, heaviness seeped into my body from something directly above my heart, stealing the strength from my limbs and stilling my voice. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even whisper, but I could think.

“We’re going to have some fun,” Darnell hissed. His eyes flashed and I could almost see horns poking out of his forehead. “Fun... for me. You might not find it so. In fact, I shall endeavor to ensure your humiliation is horrific and vile... which will make it all the more delicious for me.” He licked his lips as if I were a steak he had ordered for dinner and produced a smile more at home on the face of a vampire than a man. No fangs, but I felt sure he could grow them if he wished.

He bent his head and I felt him slide my shirt up and uncover my breasts then the tip of his tongue began painting swirls on my skin. My mind screeched in indignation but my body didn’t even twitch.

He had done something, I just couldn’t figure out what, but I knew how he’d entered my room. He’d jimmied the hall door and I could see it standing open out of the corner of my eye. My mind raced. Back over the lessons I’d taken for ten years. Back through Gino’s lectures and with a sudden, sickening dread I knew what he’d done. Darnell regained my attention by nipping my nipples then stood and began undressing.

“When I’m through enjoying you tonight,” he said, his voice coated with slime, “we’re going to play another little game and when we’re done, I’ll be gone and a piece of you will go with me. Alas, you won’t remember a thing.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. “But don’t worry, I’ll come back.” He bent over my face, sucked my lower lip into his mouth and allowed his spittle to run down it. I gagged, suddenly terrified of throwing up while on my back and unable to move.

He released my lip and leered at me. “I’ll return every night and we’ll continue the game until your body, your mind and your soul belong to me. Ah, what delicious anticipation. Of course, I’ll allow you to beg for release before I drain the last dregs of your life. To beg. To plead. To scream...”

He undid his pants, dropped them on my floor and gazed into my eyes while his voice slithered like a serpent from his mouth. “You’ll beg for mercy, which of course I will have to deny you, but eventually... you’ll plead for death, which I will grant. But slowly... oh so slowly.”

He traced his finger around my face and dragged the nail over my lips. “Can you imagine how it will feel as your life trickles away, draining like the water from a tub, flowing into me while I become stronger and you turn to dust?”

He stopped speaking and ran his fingers up my belly, dragging his nails across the bottom of my breasts. “But that will be for another night. Tonight I give you but a taste and steal only your innocence. Tomorrow...” His eyes gleamed and he wiped a trickle of drool from the corner of his mouth and smeared it across my face.

I focused on Gino and willed him to hear my silent screams for help through four floors of concrete and steel. I got no response. I concentrated with what will power I could muster and prayed someone would hear me.

Darnell snickered and threw my blankets from my naked legs. Chill air washed over my body but the shiver didn’t follow. Even my skin no longer possessed the ability to react. He slid a finger down the outside of my right leg, grasped my ankle and pulled my legs apart, then brushed his hand slowly up the inside of my thigh.

I fought to ignore him and concentrated on dredging from the bottom of my memories any counter chants I might use to break his spell. I wasn’t doing so hot however. His fingers were busy exploring my body and his voice sliced through my mind, his words breathing terror into my soul as he explained in hideous detail what he intended to do for the next few hours.

He recounted the reasons I would be pleading for mercy, or a swift death, before morning then bent over me and licked my face. The overpowering desire to rip his head from his shoulders flooded my mind, but my body was detached and I lay powerless under his hands. His face twisted into a grotesque leer and he climbed on top of me.

A second later he arched backwards and twisted to the side, knocking a small black bag from my chest, as Jason’s fists smashed down on his spine. The bag fell on my arm, and my body refused to move, but at least I could turn my head. Jason slammed his fist into Darnell’s face, knocking my attacker across the bed and onto the floor on the other side. Darnell scrambled to his feet and dashed naked into the hall as Jason rounded the foot of my bed in pursuit.

“Jason, no!” My voice was weak but audible. Jason skidded to a halt in the doorway, his fingers gripping the door frame so hard his knuckles turned white, and glared into the darkness. “Shut... the door... please... before he...”

He was way ahead of me. He slammed the door, locked it and shoved a chair in front of it then turned toward the bed. His hand reached for the bag...

“Don’t... touch...”

He jerked his hand back and spun around, grabbed a ruler from my desk and swept the bag to the floor. The heaviness vanished, my body convulsed and I cried out. Jason dropped the ruler, sat on the edge of the bed and put his hands on my arms. I sat up and threw my arms around him, sobbing hysterically. He held me close, his cheek resting against the top of my head.

I calmed after what seemed an eternity and Jason loosened his arms. I tightened mine, afraid to release him. He hugged me, kissed the top of my head then drew back and placed a gentle hand under my chin. “He’s gone. I’m here and he’s gone.”

“He’ll be back!” My voice broke and more sobs followed, Darnell’s words blazing through my mind. “He said he’ll be back. The door was locked but he got in. I had it warded and he still got in!” I was shaking, unable to think and the terror of Darnell’s visit threatened to sweep me away. Jason held me and let me wind down, then tried again.

“What’s Gino’s number?”

“Huh?” I stared up at him and tried to make sense of his question.

“Gino’s phone number. What is it?”

I blinked and started thinking again. Gino might not have heard my thoughts, but he’d hear the phone. I rattled off the number, slid out of bed, trailed Jason into the living room and gave it to him again while he dialed.

The apartment was dark, except for the light from my bedside lamp which escaped into the living room and I shivered, hugging my arms across my chest. Jason put an arm around my shoulders and spoke with Gino. I ignored the conversation, wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest, ignoring the fact that I was clad in nothing but a tee-shirt.

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