Satan's Mistress

Prologue

I sat silently in the armchair, twice my size, as I stared at the same spot I had been for hours. Waiting and waiting, I cannot recall how long it has been. The memories flash in my head. Several foreign faces tying me down, so tight it burns into my wrists as I struggled. Only one I remember... He stood back from the group arms crossed, and if I distorted his face just a little I could see him smirking. His face was one I didn't recognize and the others paid him no mind... With dark gleaming eyes he watched, that image is glued into my head. I can't make it go away.

    Glancing down at my wrists I could see the marks of the restraints used to tie me down.  The squeaking of a door made me look up instantly my eyes landing on a man’s face.  For a moment I feel a tinge of fear at the sight of his white shirt and dress pants, but then he stepped aside an older women stepping into the room wearing a nice blouse skirted suit. She appeared to only be in her early 30’s, her face a bit worn, but not long enough to be considered old.  Her brown and blonde hair falling around her shoulders nicely made me self consciously touch my blonde rats nest. All the struggling… my hair… She was pretty for her age, soft features.  She turned her head slightly to talk to the man and though I didn’t hear the words she said he simply nodded and walked out shutting the door.  The woman sighed then focused on me.  I must have looked like a mess… how did I even get her I barely remember. She gave me a big, but wary smile. 

“Morgan, are you with us? May I sit with you?” her voices was sickenly sweet just like her appearance. My face remained blank or maybe confused as I watched her go to the desk across from me, seeming to be remaining as far away as she could be. “How are you feelings darling, better I hope?” she’s trying to manipulate her way into my head… and I don’t like anyone else up there besides me.

“Ok let’s get to the point then… Do you remember what happened?  Can you give me your recollection of the matter?” The memories came back against my will.

“My head is killing me… I really don’t want to go to class.” I said as I continued to walk down the hallway. He wrapped his arms around my waist for a second kissing the side of my head before pulling away. 

“You know you have to. Make it through today and I’ll take you out to dinner. Anywhere you please,” I smiled at this. 

“Fine… But baby, please… don’t make me do this. I… I have a bad feeling.”

“Shh, everything is going to be ok Morgan,” 

“Morgan?” shaking my head slightly I stared at her. Why are my memories so vivid, it was like it was happening again. “Can you explain or do you not know?”

“I… I remember… “ I whispered. 

“And she speaks,” she grinned at me making me feel slightly uneasy.

“And so she smiles,” rolling my eyes I walked past Jacob to my seat. 

“I’m really not in the mood today.”

“Awe, how come danny gets all your kisses and smiles Mo?” god I hate that nickname. Jumping up onto my desk facing me he grinned slyly. “What exactly do you see in the jerk?” 

“I lo… “ sharp pain traveled through my head as I tried to say it. The hell… 

“Mo you okay, you’re holding onto your head.” I didn’t realize he sat in the desk next to me concern in his eyes until I came back to my senses. 

“Yes, now leave me alone.” 

“Mo I… “ the bell rings cutting him off.

“Mister Collins, to your seat please.” Jacob glanced at the front of the class. 

“One moment Ms. Johnson.”

“Now,” he sighed frustrated putting the desk back and walking over to his seat across the room. Finally… 

“Will you tell me please?” I remained mute when she asked this question. “Unless you want me to read witness accounts.” I still avoided replying to her. The kind woman seemed very unnerved by my lack of speaking smiling tightly her lips in a thin line flipping through her clipboard.

“The teacher said that all of a sudden you started mumbling to yourself holding onto you head as if in pain, screaming in some language unknown, tugging on your hair hard as if you were trying to pull it out, may have even succeeded slightly.”

“Today we are learning about exponents.” slowly I got out my notebook about to start writing what she said when I heard a ringing in my ears. As if the headache wasn’t enough already I thought to myself as I tried to ignore it. Suddenly I heard a low whisper in my left ear. Turning to see where it came from there was nothing there. The whisper traveled to my right the disappeared, my head burning as I held onto my temples before standing pulling on it screaming watching strands hitting the ground.  The pain was just… too much.

“Do you remember this?” I still stared and she sighed. “What about when the school came to help you?” help? Bullshit…

The door bangs open as hands grab onto me, two police officers grasping both of my arms as I lashed out in fear and fought them back, winning until a nurse came into the room and stuck a needle in my arm.  I felt my body calm down going limp as they dragged me out of the classroom before I snapped out of it pulling away again, but by then they already were tying me down and someone… Someone stood behind them. Someone was watching… 

My head started to hurt as I tried to recall what he looked like, I only remembered his smirk.

“What did you expect me to forget being held down and tied up?” I snapped skeptically and she cleared her throat at the harshness in my voice. Good.

“Well that means you didn’t black out completely I assume.” it was then a knock sounded on the door the tension between us deepening. “Come in,” one of the men dressed in black peeking in.

“Someone is here to see her, A boy.” his voice was gravelly and she nodded. 

“Let him in,” expecting to see Danny shocked filled my expression as Jacob stepped in. “I’ll leave you to yourselves.” I almost asked her not to leave, but I stopped myself, she isn’t much better herself. 

“Are you okay?” he asked rushing to the chair beside me glancing behind himself cautiously. Why is he so close to me? “I’m sorry this happened…” I stared at him incredulously. 

“Why are you sorry… You don’t even know what happened.”

“Actually… I might, but I can’t say.” oh what bullshit is this. I’m getting mad now. 

“What do you mean you might know?” I leaned towards him and he sat back. 

“Did you hear… a voice?” I opened my eyes wide when he said this and he nodded at my surprise. “It’s him Mo, he got into your head.  I… I can’t say anything more.”

“Wait, who is he?  Jacob?” he was standing.  

“I’m sorry Morgan, I have to go, I’ll be back tomorrow, but it took a lot of string pulling to even get in here. Just… be calm.  It’ll be alright.” with that he just walked out as I yelled at him.

“Bastard!” after he left the lady came back.
    “Come, let’s take you to your room.”

“My room, I’m staying here?”

“Yes… you are.”