Into Darkness

Looking For Alexander

As Sara struggled to pull away, her mind grappled with the realization that cascaded through her consciousness like a sudden storm. The clarity of understanding clashed with the chaos within, and at that moment, she screamed – or so she thought. The whirlwind of emotions and revelations left her in a state of inner turmoil, desperately trying to make sense of the newfound knowledge about Alexander and the supernatural reality she found herself entangled in. "P...please don't.... I don't want to die," she whimpered as she looked back into those deep blue eyes.

"Who said anything about your demise? I've already told you the effort in hiding such things is far more than I'm willing to engage with, this is what you wanted is it not? To know the story of me?" His words were now like a song in her head.

"All those girls," She stammered "They all went mad, just like I am, you drown them in whatever this and then use them for your own twisted needs,"

His hand crept up around her throat, and as his eyes settled on hers, there was no force and admittedly she wanted it. She was used to men being semi-competent but he hadn't done anything and she had almost cum.

Suddenly he let go, as he stepped aside the path to the door was now completely clear. Her mind seemed clear as she felt the heat between her legs, she'd soaked through her panties, and as she felt her mind clear her hair matted and stuck to her face.

"The door, Miss Reynolds, grants you freedom. Walk through it, and you are free to leave. However, I ask you to keep my true nature to yourself. I doubt the town of Wilton-on-Sea could endure the scandal of a demon on its doorstep" His tone had again shifted now back to that warm tone she was used to as if nothing in the last half hour had occurred.

She straightened and approached the door, her mind wrestling with uncertainties. Was this a trap? Would he attack as she descended the stairs, causing her to slip, fall, and break her neck? Perhaps he had sinister plans involving her lifeless body, a burial on his property where no one would ever discover her absence. The lack of CCTV and witnesses to her arrival fueled her paranoia. It was all maddening, an enigma she couldn't unravel. He kept her just off balance enough to bewilder her. Even without him in her head, there was an emptiness, a void. What about that tail? Did it almost bring her to climax? She forcefully shook these thoughts away. "Leave," she urged herself. "Just walk out the damned door and forget him."

As she made for the stairs, she could feel his eyes following her every move, an intense scrutiny that hinted at a foreknowledge of how this would unfold. Was he still exerting his influence on her? No, her head felt clear, but then... she descended the stairs toward the door, finally opening it to be met by a blast of cold air. The wind howled, and rain poured down heavily, creating a shimmering coat on the ground. When did the rain start? Was this another illusion? The biting cold that enveloped her argued otherwise, yet she had the option to leave, call a taxi, and return to the safety of her home.

"You are more than welcome to wait out the storm," he declared, standing at the top of the staircase. Somehow, he appeared even more imposing from that vantage point, his figure outlined in darkness, a silhouette against the backdrop of the Georgian architecture.

"I...." She paused now looking back as the rain pounded down hitting with such force she could see the droplets bounce momentarily.

"The guest room is through here; you may stay until the storm passes," his voice was soft and low as if he were once again taunting or testing her. Was this a deliberate move on his part?

"Thank you, Sir," she replied, closing the door. Leaning against it, she glanced at him. Her mind deliberated on the likelihood of the storm being a mere coincidence or a calculated effort to keep her trapped with him.