Demons without Desire

Didn't come home alone..

I dropped everything off to the music store before it closed and headed home a little worse for wear. Something was seriously wrong with me...

Loading myself up I walked up the stairs and let myself into my apartment only to be greeted with a Very naked Elle and an equally naked Josh going at it on my couch.

"ELLE!!" I screamed at her.

She gasped and covered herself as Josh looked behind her with a stupid smile on his face. "K-Kaylee, you're home early." He chuckled. I turned just as Elle got off his lap leaving him exposed.

"Oh you are so having that couch professionally cleaned! Your apartment is literally outside the door!" I moaned shaking my head.

"I- we got carried away, I'm so sorry." Elle spoke appearing in front of me in his top holding her things. I went to speak when she grabbed my face lifting my head back.

"What the hell has happened to you?!" She asked dropping her things and looking over my body.

"I, it was a rough investigation." I sighed.

"You're covered in bruises.."

I simply nodded not letting her know the rest of it, she looked at Josh who came into view wearing pants. Elle had a pink flare of embarrassment but he was quiet happy with himself at being caught.

"Can I have my apartment back?" I asked them both.

"We never.. In your room." Elle spoke looking at me worried.

"You know? I don't even care at the moment." I replied walking away. "You two go carry on what you were doing.. Just not in my apartment and I hope to god I don't find a used condom."

"You wont!" Josh sang pulling a giggling Elle out with him as he left.

With them gone and the door closed I sighed before bursting into tears. Not knowing what to do I tried to ring Zak but got his answer machine, I needed help. Serious help.

Going into my bedroom I found everything as it was but still stripped the bed and the couch covers shoving them into the washer and setting them on a hot cycle. Whilst they went around I put on new bedding and took a shower. I looked at the bed as I changed into short shorts and a sports bra worried..

The last few nights I've had what I could only describe as sleep paralysis, it's where I've been unable to move in bed. Like I'm being pinned on the bed, it's never happened to me before and I had concerns I had brought something back with me that shouldn't have tagged along at all.

One thing I guess I was thankful of with Elle and Josh was that they had opened the lounge windows and stopped my apartment smelling of sex. Walking around my apartment I chewed my nail fretting on whether I should try and go to sleep again tonight. I had 5 hours sleep in the last 3 days and it was showing. Catching myself in the mirror I looked at the bruising on my neck and rubbed them hoping they would magically disappear but of course they didn't. They showed up even more, last night I had a dream that I was being strangled... Well what I thought was a dream must have has some truth in from the state of my neck now.

I looked at my bags and decided to work through the night again, until I got to the bottom of this.. Sleep was going to be limited.

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I tried to concentrate on working through evidence but had an irresistible urge.. I wanted a release. My body craves attention of one man. Every single time I closed my eyes I was back there..

Shaking my head I picked up the information on the lockdown and began reading it out loud. Then the two rabbits next door started up again.

"You've gotta be shitting me.." I spoke looking at the connecting walls.

They got so loud I ended up putting earbuds in and listening to music, being unable to review evidence like this I gave up and began cleaning my apartment vigorously. I bleached every surface in my bathroom and was scrubbing my floor hard when the bleach turned into blood making me freak out. I squeezed my eyes together tightly and opened them again to find my bathroom floor with bleach on again. I looked around the bathroom for any signs of activity but I was alone.. Definitely alone. Bile rose in my throat causing me to put my head down the toilet and throw up the water I had been drinking from earlier. Pushing myself into the corner of my bathroom I cried quietly hoping Zak would get the missed call and ring. I was out of my depth with this. I'd never been pinned to a bed before and I didn't find it remotely funny either. A lot of the problem was I was tired, well it was until all this shit started happening and now I had a problem that I couldn't fix.

After my crying spell I crawled over and finished the floor before heading to bed. I needed to fight these nightterrors and this fear of sleep paralysis before I lost my own mind. I laid down on the bed when something smashed in my apartment.

"Gimme a break! I know you are here but I just want 5 minutes!" I shouted throwing myself out of bed to see what it was.

A picture frame of myself and my parents had fallen off the shelf, sweeping up the glass I threw it in the bin and placed the broken frame on the side. My eyes flicked to the moving curtains making me realise I had gone to bed with the window open...

Maybe it was trying to tell me?

"Were you warning me about the window? If you were then I'm sorry for shouting and would like to say thank you." I spoke out and closed the window. Fixing the curtains I shut off the lights and headed to bed again.

Falling into the bed I pulled the bedding over me and closed my eyes. Tossing in the bed after a while I looked at the spot where I wish Zak was. Just so I could snuggle into him and take some body heat. It was no use, he wasn't here and wasn't going to be returning my damn call.

In a daze of being almost asleep, I felt a hand on my leg, ignoring it I knew it was my own mind giving myself some self torture on missing one man who had made me feel happy and comfortable. It travelled around to my shorts making me sigh and push the idea out of my head. I felt a sudden wash of energy across my body and a dull ache in my nether regions making me squeeze my thighs together.

All I could imagine was Zak being there.. Maybe you just need a lay.

I mean... We were constantly at it when we were with each other and spent hours in the bedroom. Maybe that's what I missed? Attention.

I was certainly not leaving this apartment to find some tonight or any other night! Instead I concentrated on going to sleep..

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A few hours later I woke with my back arching and legs shaking as I came undone. My body physically shook but they kept coming time and time again making it impossible for me to move. Fisting the bedding I bit the pillow and moaned into it loudly feeling myself getting wetter.

No more.. Jesus Christ.. No- Oh god. Oh god I- I!

With a lot of grunting I came undone again pulling my own hair hard. Every endorphin I had was spent and I was physically exhausted. After the convulsions past I pulled back the bedding to find myself soaked.

"Fucking brilliant." I hissed getting out the bed and stripping the sheets. I took my shaky ass legs to the bathroom and put it on cold before climbing in.

I washed my body below and gasped at how sensitive it felt. Letting out a small breath I continued and got out. Changing into new pjs I shoved the others into the washer after putting what was in the machine, into the dryer.

A wet dream.. At this age was beyond horrifying and it didn't seem to stop when I bloody woke either, mainly because one asshole was in my mind doing bad things to me and I was in my element. The depressing thing was out of a night full of pleasure? I was only reliving old memories.