Love story of Terror (interruption from an angel torn)

Lights are off, and I rush across the hall way to my room.

I almost slipped on the wet surface from the water that was dripping down my body. Without turning on the light in my room or opening the window for the rays of the sun to pass through, I lay fresh in my bed, closing my eyes, passing my hands down my waist, massaging my body from the pain.

In a matter of seconds I find myself too afraid to open my eyes. I feel a presence in my room; one that I know very well. He had come to visit me once more, after I thought he would no longer do so.  I hear his sweet voice say to me: “Open your eyes love, you don’t have to be afraid of me, and you know that.”

I opened my eyes, frightful, unsure if I wanted to see his face.  Then I saw his eyes, lit up by my presence, very different from the last picture I had seen of him. For a moment, I remembered the love we used to share. The faint memory of our past happiness passed through my mind and he knew it.

He touched my face ever so softly, his hands traveling every curve, every dent, provoking a passion in me to rise. His lips touched mine, and we embraced in a kiss.  Almost without breath, feeling like it was the first and knowing that it was the last.  I stopped! I wasn’t sure of what was happening or why it was happening. I felt confused, yet completely aroused.

The tips of his fingers began to run through the curves of my body, going down my chest while his lips softly brushed my neck.  His breath provoking the heat of my body to rise, my legs opened instinctively, and his hands were already feeling the humidity developing between them.

The heat of his body, the smell of his skin, his breathing on my neck was difficult to resist.  Once again I fell deep into his seduction.

Our bodies became one; the passion that was developing was even greater than any that we had experimented before. Then, I felt his body throbbing against mine. He began to grind against me, and I could only embrace him harder. I felt a need to feel him inside, but when I heard his voice whisper to my ear that he loved me, I opened my eyes and remembered who he was. Again, I stopped, abruptly!

“I can’t!” I said. “I can’t do this. You may love me but I can’t, I don’t love you”

“Love me” he whispered. “Love me!” he yelled as I said no.

His eyes got wild! His hands got hard and violent! I couldn’t recognize him anymore. He pinned me onto the bed with his majestic wings while his hands came upon my knees and forced my legs apart. “LOVE ME!!” he screamed repeatedly as he forced himself inside me. With tears in my eyes and frightened once again out of my mind I begged him to stop.

Suddenly, a dear friend flies into the room and shoves him off me. She puts herself in a defensive position in front of me and a strong hiss comes out of her lips. Her red hair loose, it seemed like flames.  I knew she was angry. But they didn’t fight.

He went back to his normal self, looked at me with sorrow and ran off after saying he was sorry. She looked at me and asked me if I was ok and I answered that I was fine.

While in shock, I began to analyze the event. Was this nightmare ever going to end? Will he ever let me go? And the most important question: Does he even know that his soul is making these visits?
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             Love Always,
                Your Lonely Angel