Hell οn Earth

A clear challenge 3

Leaving the postman behind her and emptying her mind, Ithuriel, after returning to the corridor that was leading to the hall, she started walking slower, enjoying every step she took and losing herself in the castle's interior. Stone walls with spider webs, carefully spun, since they were the only inhabitants of the building for years, were framing the –in better times- polished floor but now, it looked like a floor that was only a memory of the previous one.

Ithuriel suddenly had a mood drop as images with her as a child filled her mind, running without any problem through these corridors and hiding from her parents, who were searching for her, behind velvet curtains. Her laughter echoed everywhere though, so she was always caught.

"Ugh, I didn't come to remember, I came to forget!" she mumbled between her teeth, as she climbed up the stairs without to get tired.

"Did you say something?" she heard the postman say from behind her. She was taken aback and she turned to look at him.

"No. Go back to your job and leave me alone, alright?" she snapped, rudely.

"I... am sorry..." he stuttered, offended and lowered his head as he was walking away. Ithuriel snorted, lifted the skirts of her nightgown and ran upstairs quickly.

"Alone, alone... I want to be alone" she shouted as she slammed the door of her bedroom shut. She threw herself on the soft mattress of her bed, loving the touch of the silk –with which her pillows were wrapped- on her face.

Someone is knocking on her door.

"Ithuriel?" he said, with his voice waking her up from this sweet dreamless sleep. "What" she grunted, without to open her eyes and with no intention of leaving her king size bed. The door opens and someone enters.

"Eh... Ms. Ithuriel" he said reluctantly.

"What is it again, I said?" she shouted. She was laying with her back up but she propped herself up in her elbows and turned her head towards him, to see Raphael's shocked face.

She had fallen asleep, and she realized that her robe was on the sofa, next to the mirror, where she saw her reflection. "Oh my God" she thought, but didn't feel any shame. Under her transparent nightgown, she has naked.

"What happened, Raphael? Why did you sneak in without asking in my room?" she said and turned on her back, raising her knees on her chin and leaning her back on the headboard. This offered the young man a different view and he seemed to pause for a minute.

"First of all, I did not sneak in without asking, I knocked on the door enough times, and when I heard your voice, I entered. And secondly, are you teasing me? You should either cover yourself with something or you're going to face the consequences, even if I don't know you yet" he said and his eyes were lit up from the lust he felt for this beautiful as hell creature.

"Hmm... interesting" she said, holding the words in her tongue lustfully, but not moving further.

"Clear challenge" Raphael said, walking towards the bed. He got up, after throwing his boots on the floor. He grabbed her ankles, allowing his hands to go up, on her knees. He lowered her legs. His hands continued caressing her skin but his eyes never slipped away from hers. She stretched her arms, and stroking his face felt like crafting it. It felt so familiar to the touch that it confused her internally but she didn't show it.

He then, pulled her from her waist, close to his knees, already making her tremble under his touch. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Oh God... where did you come from?" she said, her breath heavy, an inch from his lips, as she was looking in his eyes with a wild passion, when her arms were stroking the back of his neck, or touched his hair.

He smirked, and said with a hoarse voice "from Hell, baby" and he kissed her as nobody had ever kissed her before.

"Raphael" a woman's voice sounded from the door and their kiss came to an end. They both turned to meet the uninvited guest with rage in their eyes.

"I can't believe it...How could you do this to me?" the blond girl with the uniform from the cleaning team said, utterly devastated, and without waiting for someone to reply, she ran away.

Ithuriel's rage suddenly turned bigger. She looked at him, who seemed confused and she was becoming more and more irritated. She started to move away from him, pushing him. Raphael looked at her like a hurt animal.

"Thank God I only gave you a kiss" she said, kicking his chest with her bare foot.

"So you suddenly regretted it?" he said, wiping his mouth.

"Yes" she replied, without thinking a second time.

"Why? Aren't you longing for me?" he asked her shamelessly.

"Ha" she said. "Go away to play your immature games, deary! I will surely find something more serious to do, don't worry" she snapped with equal poison in her words. "And now go away from me!" she shouted angrily.

He wore his boots, clearly annoyed. Before he left, passing from the door, he paused for a moment and turned to her.

"We will meet again, Ithuriel. You're not going to get rid of me, now that I found you..." he left his sentence unfinished and walked away, slamming the door shut behind him.

Ithuriel fell back in her pillows, lost. "Why do all these things happen to me... How did I screw up again?" she whispered.

She had to go downstairs, though, to give orders to the workers. She pulled out of her luggage a black velvet dress and wore it over her nightgown, it was long, as the nightgown, which still was showing from under it, making them beautifully tangled together. She checked herself in the mirror. The sleeves were tight around her hands, reaching her wrists. Her cleavage had a square cut that was showing some of her breast, but not too much for it to be too revealing. The dress' velvet was hugging her chest, ribs and slim waist and reached the floor, her skirts like a black falls.

She combed her hair, wore her high-heeled boots with laces and walked to the first floor of the building.

As she walked down the stairs, she saw him carrying another package inside, and his look wrapped itself around her tightly like a snake, until it reached the place where her nightgown was showing. She gulped at the thought that she was not wearing anything besides the nightgown and the dress. "Fuck, I should concentrate" he said and raised the package in his arms, forgetting that humans were unable to lift something as heavy as the washing machine, and she probably had the same thought because her jaw dropped.