Shadow-Wolf (*ON HOLD*)

Interlude - Dark Reverie

Author's Note:

This chapter has led the writer to reconsider the advisory age-rating of 15+. The advisory age-rating is now 18+. Read at your own discretion.

The young man stood in front of a full-length mirror with no clothes on, his hands tied behind his back with the torturously soft tie of a dressing gown.

"Look how fucking hot you are, ...," said Tonina, lounging on the bed behind him like an empress, clothed only in the dressing gown which had donated the tie. But he wasn't allowed to look at her.

Tonina had said his name, he was sure of it, but her voice had become blurred as she had said it, so that he could only hear the music of it. What was his name?

"Can I turn around yet?" he asked. He sounded amused, although that was a façade, he sensed. He liked to do what Tonina asked of him.

"Not yet. I'm enjoying looking at your arse."

The young man grinned.

"Close your eyes, ...," she said, in soft, seductive tones.

The young man did so, and suddenly Tonina was wrapped around him, her body pressing into his, the gown off. He ached to touch her but wasn't able. Tonina rubbed against him and it was like being set on fire.

"And look again."

The young man opened his eyes and gazed at the reflection of someone helplessly fascinated by the beautiful brunette whom he allowed to boss him around. It must be that she held a certain power over him, like a sexy sorceress, but that wasn't all of it. His desires, also, had pressed him into this situation. This very favourable situation.

Tonina stepped back and pushed him towards his bed, and then onto his bed.

"Shuffle up," she murmured, watching him with brown eyes which melted him.

The young man moved himself further up the bed.

Tonina kissed his mouth, his sternum and moved lower...

Suddenly, she was sitting up, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"What have you done, ...? What have you done?"

The young man sat up, startled and confused.

"What's wrong, Tonina? What did I do?"

Tonina screamed and scrambled off the bed, backing away.

The young man looked in the mirror. He almost screamed himself. His reflection showed in his face a pair of glowing red eyes.

The image of a corpse in a lake and then a couple in a house, covered in blood, entered his mind.

"I love you, ...," whispered Tonina, returning to the young man and holding him, "but you have to stop."

What was his name? If he could remember that, he would feel a stronger connection to Tonina and he knew he would stop.

But then he looked in the mirror and saw an image of something which was not in the room.

A gravestone . The only word which he could see clearly on it was 'TONINA'.

The warmth faded out of Tonina's body and she fell backwards, frozen in rigor mortis, her eyes open and staring without seeing anything at the ceiling.

"TONINA!" he screamed. But the word came out in a howl...