Hell οn Earth

Adam 2

Despite her confusion, Ithuriel needed to know...understand the expressions in the newbie's face. "He, himself recognized her?" she thought as she was examining his face with her eyes. "No" she replied to herself, his look was natural, not frustrated, his features calm. His eyes were seeking for her face's features. His lips had barely risen above his beautiful angles face, revealing his teeth. His expression made him look like a naughty little child. She could not of course ignore his lustful look she always had to face when her eyes met those of the men around her. This truth made her once sick, twisting her insides, because of the shameless way these men showed their desires for young and beautiful women. Something like that was not visible in the young man's case though.

She shouldn't be thinking about that, though. Real life had nothing to do with the dreams she had, because these she would keep for herself and only. Nobody would be able to touch them inside her mind, where she'd hide them. She hadn't come to her father's house to find a new lover, she had come to find herself.

She felt uncomfortable as she examined their connected hands but he didn't seem to try and pull away his hand. She blinked sometimes, pushing away every unwanted feeling. She used the expression of a serious lady –she was one after all – and with a not very polite movement, she pulled her hand away, hiding it behind her back and balling it into a fist, where she'd hide her feelings.

She opened the door wide so the young man would move his trolley with the fridge she had ordered from a webpage some days ago.

"Wow" he exclaimed, lifting his head up to look at the ceiling. The woman did not blame him, it was truly stunning. A glass made dome was what made the ceiling, with the 'Birth of Adam' by Michelangelo painted in vitro glass.

Ithuriel's lips were moved by a small smile that she hid when the young man looked at her. His eyes were wide with surprise, although he didn't say anything, and his mouth was hanging open, like he couldn't utter a single word.

He abandoned the fridge somewhere in the middle of the huge space, in the first floor, turning around himself like he was lost.

Thousands of questions were filling his head the exact minute but he wasn't quite sure if it was good to say them out loud.

The wooden floor was creaking under his heavy steps. Ithuriel was then given the chance to look at his beautiful body and the clothes he wore. He was wearing a blue t-shirt, with the red logo of the post office, and the sleeves of it were not able to hide his muscled arms. His broad shoulders were also to be seen, as the T-shirt was falling on them, and it ended at his waist, hanging loosely around his trousers. This black, faded jeans was positioned under his waist, and was getting skinnier at the hips, revealing how well-built they were. "Oh dear God" the poor woman thought and looked away with her lustful eyes, feeling her cheeks getting hot.

She was still wearing that transparent black nightgown but her own body features and curves were hidden by the robe.

She was about to head to the kitchen, when suddenly she felt him look at her. "The kitchen's here" she said, her voice steady, without any tone changes. She walked, with her hand pointing forward, without to give him another look.

She could hear his voices squeaking above the floor, and the wheels of the trolley making a similar sound, from behind her. She entered a huge room that was not exactly looking like a modern kitchen. The ancient wooden cupboards and the shelves were hanging open. The

kitchen sink and boards that were made of marble were broken and dirty and the brass tap was pouring slowly some drops of an orange substance that was supposed to be water.

"You've got quite a lot of work to do here, my lady" he said, his voice spreading around her.

"Yeah, today I am waiting for the 'refreshing and remaking' team" she bitterly said. "Why did I say that, why did I want to give him this piece of information....so stupid" she thought the same time and scolded herself.

"Where should I put this?" Raphael asked.

"Somewhere where it won't prevent the employees from working...oh, here, put it in the corner for the time being" she said, showing him a corner that was five meters away from him, without to lose the chance to observe his back and buttocks, as he was walking away. She saw Michelangelo's Adam in her mind. "Oh but Raphael has nothing less than Adam, nothing to be jealous of him" she thought. His hair was now touching his shoulders harmonically.

"I've got four packages from the same company, are they for the same room?" the young man asked Ithuriel, who had lost herself in his dark emerald green eyes, as he was getting closer.

"Yeah..." she said but he cut her off.

"And then I have to drive off again, because they did not fit inside the van and apparently.... a lot of driving today... huh..." he stopped for a while, before he continued, but she was looking at him full of lust, unable to take her eyes off his face.

"Today I'll probably follow your every order..." he said. Ithuriel freaked out for a moment but then she calmed down, realizing what he actually meant.

"Pity... You'll surely have a lot to do" she said. "What should I do though... I didn't know they'd all arrive the same day... but don't worry, I won't be a good customer, I only have my mails for later" she reassured him, with her strict look, not giving him hopes.

She played. She always played. Hot and cold.

"Oh but, it's my pleasure" he snapped back, his face twisted in an evil smile.

"Okay then, I've leaving the door open, so you'll be able to transport the things here. I do not have any neighbors in a distance of around two kilometers".

"I don't think someone'd want to step foot in here" he murmured under his breath.

"What did you say?" she hissed, wrinkling her nose. "Oh... nothing. It's just that... people are weird, they make stories and it's true that this castle looks like a bad omen and for years no owner has entered. Eh... I learned that from the first day I came here" he said, losing a bit of his nerve.

"I came these days as well" she said, very strictly.

"So...you're not from here. Why did you come, then?" she asked him.

"To breathe fresh air..." he laughed before he continued. "My uncle lives here and... I just came here to get away from the city's hustle and bustle. My uncle offered me a job in his restaurant and... I accepted his offer".

"Aha. Fine. But....you're not a postman?"

"That's my morning job. My evening one is in the restaurant"

"So all day you do nothing but work?" Ithuriel wondered and pitied him, grimacing a little. "The poor man, he should be very poor, to have such a need to work" she thought.

"No...I just came for the fresh air...thinking that working may help... it's... it's surely not for money reasons" he quickly replied, like he had read her thoughts.

"As you know" her voice now was sounding cold, she was hurrying to disappear. "I'll be in the upper rooms if you need anything. Okay?"

"Okay. I... I will ask if you need something" he said and saw her turn his back to him with a graceful movement, and a hurry to go back to her room.

Her feet were bare, and the floor was not squeaking at all as she walked. Her rich black hair was moving along with her steps, so long and straight that touched her hips. With her robe, the only thing Raphael could see was her well-built calves, though.

Before she turned away, he saw her look at him for a while. "Mysterious" Raphael thought, stunned by the creature he loved for eons. Mesmerized by her presence, he almost unfolded his wings, but he held himself back, with some difficulty. "Soon... soon you'll remember, my love" he said and his face was again twisted to an evil smile.