Reverence - Book 2

- 15 -

I was a broken down husk of who I once was. 

My throat was dark purple from where commanding fingers had squeezed, and my lips were a fading green from the veracity of his manhood. 

My knees, my hips. 

Thighs. 

All speckled dark navy and purple, sick little stars dotting on the galaxy of my skin. My voice was rough, like dry skin rubbing against wool fabric. It grabbed in all the wrong ways, enough to make you shudder at the sensation. 

But as I rubbed my ruined fingers slowly over bruised skin and swollen lips, I smiled. 

Smiled at the pure filth of my actions. At my body. 

How easily I had been undone by his power, and how eager my body was to submit into him. 

The delight crawled up my thighs, coiling like a hunting snake down in my stomach. I could feel his fullness. The heat of his anger searing into me the way wildfire consumes the forest. 

Slowly and then all at once. 

I could feel his heat, smell the exotic need of him. When my eyes fluttered close I could almost see him. The way he filled the expanse of space between us. 

The roughness of the hands that held me so tightly but yet, it was soft. A certain gentleness. 

A gentleness like...

The sudden chime of my phone jolted me from the dreamscape, him shimmering away like the most torturous mirage. 

I watched the thing rumble over the side table, it's soft blue haze illuminating the still of the blackness I had been sitting in. 

Hesitantly I reached out for it. 

"UNKNOWN" 

With a furrowed brow I declined the call, setting it beside me on the couch. 

The phone prattled again, this time carefully vibrating against my thigh. I picked up after the first ring. 

"Who Is this." 

I tried to sound assertive, but the quell of hesitation and fear swept through instead. 

"I know," 

My breath stopped in my throat, my chest tightening around the choke. I pulled the phone away, but the other line halted me. 

"Don't hang up now, I already have you." 

The voice was calm and cold, like water dropping from an icicle. 

I swallowed roughly, setting my phone on the arm of the couch. 

"I need you to listen very carefully Yelena," 

The voice hissed, eerie like the echo of a siren in the eye of the storm. 

"H-how do you know my name?" 

I whispered. A trickle of laughter crackled through the speaker, an evil little bubble of sound. 

"I know everything. Listen closely please, I won't repeat myself." 

They drew in a deep breath. 

"Stay away Yelena. Stay. Away. You don't need him any longer. It is my time."

"A-Asa." 

I choked out. 

"You and I both know what you've been doing. I'm not stupid. I see everything." 

Prickling terror shot down my arms. 

"How brave of you to be alone with your shades open. Especially at night Yelena. You performer, what a thrill you must get by placating such danger. Should I see how exhibitive you can be?" 

I stood, knocking back my table. The glass vase shattered and the magazines went askew. 

The night was quiet, soft yellow street lights bathed the empty road and the gentle blanket of fog settled against the darkness. 

"You can't see me, but I can see you." 

She was taunting me. A game of predator and prey. 

"If you think he is careful and dangerous, You don't know what I'm even capable of. Play with my fire Yelena. And get fucking burned." 

The line went dead, and the eerie silence plagued me like a sick wash. There was a terrifying shift of the atmosphere. Every shadow lurked taller, leering to me. 

Even the one that stood coolly 10 stories below, hiding in the safety of the shadows. Watching. 

Waiting.