Are you afraid of the darkness?

Hunger

Thomas pulls you back across the room, holding you by the waist as you cry and you both watch your body slowly die. You kick and scream, praying that God will help but nothing happens. He is gone and so are you. Thomas smooths your hair back in comfort as his bottom lip gently teases your ear to ease you from the chaos.

"Are you ready, my dearest?"

The tears stop falling from your eyelashes.

"Ready for what?"

You turn in Thomas' arm and instantly the hospital room is gone. A grand bedchamber stands in its place. A room larger than your apartment spans out with glorious furniture surrounding the edges of the room. The grand fireplace roars with great warmth as the wood crackles. The room is rich in various colors and designs. You've never seen anything like it.

"For your new life after death. You will never tire or grow old and twisted like a tree. You won't show of any sickness, have any trouble or care in the world. You will feel no hunger except for the desires and fantasies that run rapid through your mind."

Thomas turns your head towards him as he removes his dress coat and his gloves, placing them gently on a vanity. He pulls off his boots, kicking them away as you step forward. You can't resist as you untie the front of his shirt and helping him pull the fabric over his head. He watches as you curiously run your hands over the front of his chest.

You witnessed yourself die and it doesn't bother you in the slightest. You wanted to stay where you were, in Thomas' arms as his nails slowly rake your arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

He tilts your chin up to stare into his eyes and you feel a pull to him as he lowers his head to you for a kiss. You don't resist him this time and feel no need to as he embraces you. He holds the back of your head as he angles you better for his tongue to slip into your mouth, his moans sending chills down your spine.

He takes your hand, leading you to the large canopy bed as you follow, enthralled by his hooded eyes. You feel fear for a moment when he shoves you back hard against the bedposts as you grab at the wood behind you. He holds your body in place as you tremble, his hands brace your sides as he takes your lips again. You feel a softness against your skin as you break away and look down.

The hospital gown is gone and an old fashion nightgown takes its place. A light fitting, white corset binds your stomach and lifts your chest to his satisfaction with a long silk skirt that covers your legs. So white and pure as it clashes with your skin. The material is beautiful but you know you won't be in it for long.

His lips trace your jaw line, moving down your neck to the top of your bare chest that he covers with his mouth. His hands are at the top of the skirts as he massages you through the fabric. You take notice to his growl as he rips the skirts off of the gown, you gasp at the sight of Thomas knelt at your bare thighs and you can only imagine what will happen next.

His hand drifts up between your thighs as your nails dig into the wood. He parts your legs slightly and drops his mouth when he finds how wet you are, leaving you surprised as well. He licks the juice from his middle finger as you fail to repress your moan. He offers the second finger to you, you accept it, darting your tongue out to revel in the surreal fantasy taking place. The tartness of yourself is sucked from his finger and lingers on your tongue when you finish, his hand pulls away, showing off a claw rather than a nail.

You would have felt scared but your lips close around his finger, tongue tracing the claw. He is panting now as he grabs you off your feet, carrying you bridal style to the other side of the mattress where he drops you on the bedspread that's been turned down on its own at the foot of the bed. Your body bounces as a single giggle escapes you.