The Succubus's Plaything

Chapter 3: Sweet Tooth

Now with my memories returned, well, most of my memories returned, I want answers. All the answers. But first..

"Why is it so dark?" 

She hesitates. "I don't.. want you to see me like this.."

"Like what?.." That perks my curiosity. 

"Like.. Not human."

Not human.. Right.. Succubus. How is a succubus supposed to look? If my memory surves me right, a succubus has horns, claws, big breasts and sometimes wings? tail? I think? 

Then I remember, no. That description is innacurate. back in the train she definitely had no horns. Also no wings.. or big boobs. Although I didn't pay attention to that though. Honest. 

But then again, she didn't have claws on the train, and she definitely did when she slapped me. So maybe she could have horns and wings and.. the rest.. 

How would you even hide wings?

Suddenly I was blinded by a light right in front of my face where I had been looking, causing me to squint my eyes in pain from being in the dark for way too long.

Then I was startled by a shrill voice and a wooshing across the room. "MOM!" The girl screams. "Don't open the door without knocking!"

"Oh my! Inesa! You actually brought one home!" A womans voice says from across the room. Presumably.. Inesa's?.. mother?..

Quickly regaining my ability to see I took in every detail I could. Above the bed in which my arms were bound to, hangs a medium-sized chandilier. The chandilier is adorned with glass crystal drops and has pink ribbons hanging between each of the eight arms. 

The ceiling was probably the only plain thing about the room, being a simple white, but the walls were covered in a pink wallpaper with tiara details at the top near the ceiling. 

While turning my head isn't a possibility, I glance down toward the doorway revealing large dresser on the one side, and a large makeup desk on the other. The kind of desk with a big mirror with lights all around. Both furnishings have a pink and stereotypical princessy vibe. 

You would think that a Disney princess had come to life and lived in this room if you hadn't known the truth. 

But the absolute most interesting thing about this room is the two arguing figures standing between the dresser and makeup desk.

The first figure is familiar with her back towards me. She is pretty short, has long pink, hair with flowing locks. On her back a pair of wings stand straight back in order not to bump into anything and on her head are two short red horns only slightly curved. I gasp at the sight. She is truly beautiful. 

But she isn't wearing anything. 

Well, almost nothing. Inesa is wearing light pink underwear. Lacy. It matches perfect with both her hair and the room. 

It also makes my cheeks feel hot. 

The other figure is standing outside the room, Inesa's mother, who is thankfully a little more dressed than her lingere wearing daughter. She wore a basic black pencil-skirt that drops below her knees and compliments her hips. For a top she wears a white button-up shirt. Her feet are bare and I guess that she wore a pair of heels before. 

At her side she carries a black leather briefcase, making me believe she came straight from a buissness meeting. 

Her bright red hair is held back in a pony tail, and on her face she wears smirk. Her height is about a head taller than Inesa. So her mothers height is close to my own. 

"So har far have you gone with him?" Inesa's mother asks curiously while glancing at me. 

I can feel my face pale a bit. There goes any possibility of help. 

Inesa turns around to notice that I can see her, and after looking down at herself she utters a little sqeek, and tackles her mother out the door, while in the process shutting off the light and slamming the door behind her. 

I am in utter darkness again. Great. 

Alone with my thoughs I can take a moment to reflect over everything that has happened to me and think about my current situation. 

My only family consists of my father, sister and grandparents. My mother died when both me and my sister Sara were little, and my father spends most of his time working, often on trips for weeks at a time. 

My grandparents are also not present, living out their retired lives out in New Zealand. 

That means that it is only my sister and I who are at home. Aaand she is definitely worried about me. 

I need to get out of here, no matter what promises I have to make. 

A little itch from the trickling blood on my neck reminds me of who holds me captive. Succubus don't have superhuman strength right? But that wouldn't really matter, since apperently she has some sort of mind control ability. 

Can I avoid being controlled? If I figure out exactly how  it works maybe I can avoid it and trick both Inesa and her mother into letting their guard down while I get out of here. 

Scratch that. Thats never going to work. I'm just going to have find out what she wants and agree to whatever she demands. Unless she doesn't want to, that could be an issue.

I jump as the door opens, revealing Inesa's silouette for a brief moment before she rushes in closing the door behind her. 

She must not want me seeing her. 

"You saw me.." Her nervous voice states. 

No use denying it. "Yes, you're pretty." 

For a moment her breathing seems to stop, before a woosh and a rush of air hits me, followed immediately by a soft weight landing between my hips. 

She can definitely fly. Those wings aren't just for show. 

Wait. Shes sitting on me. Shes definitely sitting on me. On.. someplace special.. 

She puts her hand on my chest and leans over to my ear. "Hal." she says in a breathy voice. "I am going to release you."

It tickles how close she is and where she is sitting makes me feel all kinds of bothered, but at the mention of being set free my ears perk up. 

"But only after you listen to what I have to say and agree to my terms." then after a short pause she adds something "But before that, I need to satisfy my sweet tooth."

"W.. Wait!.." before  there is time to say anything else I once again feel a sucking sensation on my neck. But this time, my world turns into a swirl of pink, before I pass out.