Demonic Spell II

Recipe 15

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Elisha was once again jolted into awareness and the familiar chandelier above her hotel bed greeted her.

I'm back. She thought to herself as she sat up from her bed, hugging her knees close to her as she recalls her dream.

Soleil.. Who is he? Why did he want to find me and why do I feel like that I’ve met him before?

 

A movement on her peripheral vision drew her attention and her heart jumped to her throat when she was Thallan sitting in the wicker chair; unmoving and silent.

She couldn’t see his feature clearly because of the shadow that swirls around him but the incandescent glow of his purple/black eyes gives him away if not by his scent and aura, and he was watching her.

“Thallan?” Elisha watched as Thallan stood up from the chair and moved towards her, revealing not only the coldness on his face but his naked chest where his tattoos pulsed rhythmically.

Oh he’s angry.

 

“Hello, Elisha.”

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Elisha blinked awake from the light that managed to penetrate the heavy drapes covering her windows and memories of the night come rushing in at the same that she groaned in pain.

She momentarily closed her eyes and remembered the event that happened the day before, after she woke up from her trance-like sleep and found Thallan staring at her like a dark, avenging angel from Hell.

She remember looking at the digital clock on her side table and saw that it was a minute before midnight, just a minute before Fuxal’s one week due was over and true to his doubtful words Thallan was here but she didn’t expect him to look so angry and ready to kill.

“Hello, Elisha.” That was the only word he uttered before he pounced on her and the rest were nothing but tangles of bodies, arms and legs and of rendered and torn clothes.

Elisha pulled herself up from the bed, fully aware how sore her body is. She was used to the carefree manner of Thallan, to his possessiveness that she love and hate all at the same time but she failed to anticipate that Thallan despite of his consideration to her well-being is still and foremost a demon. A demon that was darkly possessive and she just received the brunt of his possessiveness.

She released a sigh of relief when she didn’t find him watching her in his usual feral-like manner but she knows that he’s nearby.

Walking carefully towards the bathroom with the wrinkled bedsheets around her naked body, she was conscious that every part of her body hurts and wondered on what she looks like after what happened last night.

Standing infront of a huge mirror, she closed her eyes as she released the bedsheet from her hands and she gasped out loud when she found enough courage to open them to see her body.

Oh.. Shit!!

Angry, black bruises littered her body where Thallan had gripped her tightly, so tight that his fingers left its impression on her flesh; her arms and shoulders, her hips and waist, and her thighs all bore Thallan’s mark of lusty possessiveness.