Saved by Satan

I.8

Lady's mom felt the rare urge to spend quality family time together the following Saturday afternoon. In reunion, they all sat together on Milo's small three seated couch watching Divergent. The only source of light eliminated from the television. Relaxing against the arm of the couch, Lady began to drift asleep before the movie was even thirty minutes in.

Later that night, Lady woke up in an oversized T-Shirt without recollection of falling asleep. The guest bedroom was dark with a soft hue from the moonlight peeking through the blinds. She sat up, almost screaming in alarm as she noticed Milo lying beside her. She watched in terror as his eyes slowly fluttered open. He gave Lady a lousy smile as he wrapped his around her abdomen, pulling her down to join him under the covers. She tried to resist, causing him to enforced his grip on her. He nestled close beside her, kissing her shoulder. Lady's teary eyes rolled up to the ceiling as his hands start to roam over her body. Her heart constricted in her chest, and she let out a slow shaky breath as a slight tremor started to meander through her body. Milo didn't notice as she began to squirm under his touch. He let out a breathy laugh.

"Eager?" Lady squeezed her eyes shut, willing out slow steady breaths. "I know. It's been too long."

Lady's heart hammered as Milo's hand slipped underneath her T-Shirt. Something in her was different this time. "No." She whispered. A sudden dread consumed her as she began to erratically shake and quiver. "No." She wasn't able to lock away her sense of emotions; her humanity. Instead, they all came slamming into her at once. "No." She spoke louder. Her hidden emotions from all of her previous encounters came back to her. And it all came back in the form of rage. "No!" She screamed. She couldn't do it anymore! Not one more night. "No!" Her screaming became frantic as she began hitting and kicking him away. Milo shushed her as he covered her mouth with his hand and climbed on top of her.

She hopelessly fought against him as he pinned her down, and used his free hand to adjust himself inside of her. She helplessly flailed her arms around in search for something - anything. Her hand went under her pillow, when she felt a hard, cold, object. She grasped onto her only savior with a sweaty hand as she pulled it out, and banged it against the side of Milo's head. He swore loudly, holding onto the side of his scull as Lady rolled off of the bed and ran across the room. Milo sat up, and Lady aimed the gun at his head.

"Don't move!"

Her body was overcome with tremors, as she struggled to keep a firm grip on her gun. Milo held a look of disbelief before dropping his head, looking down at himself. He let out an airy laugh. He softly shook his head as he slowly stood from the bed with his hands slightly above his head.

"Alright. You got me." He mockingly stated as he dropped his hands. "I'll admit: I'm surprised. But do you really have to be so dramatic?" Another laugh. "I mean - c'mon," He slowly approached Lady. "Just drop the gun -"

"Don't move, Damn it!" Lady shook her gun at him.

Milo halted for a moment. "C'mon, Lady. Do you really think I believe that you're going to shoot me?" He chuckled, taking one more step forward, unable to make another as Lady pulled the trigger.