Breaking purity: The wolf // Michael Langdon

Forbidden fruit

Day 2

Your dress is already spoiled. Unlike the other part of the Sanctuary that you remember, this room is a bit dingy and it messes with your clothes. Not that the horrible colour purple you were forced to wear matters to you but because you feel like a dirty little mess before him.

You think it is about midday, you can't really tell the time, but you spent at least 5 or 6 hours of nervous sleeping. You prayed as soon as you woke up in a low voice so that he doesn't notice, but you intuit that somehow he can read people's minds. You don't care, at least this time. After all, God is your only hope of salvation but deeply inside you know there is none. How is He going to save you from the claws of this monster when the world is ended and you are left alone with him?

You hear the door creack again and you hurry to sit straight, your body rushed by adrenaline ready to run... to nowhere. He is carrying a tray with big green grapes. Your mouth is watering already and your heart pumps harder as he gets closer to you. He looks at you. There's something so charming about him that it results intimidating, not to mention that he is the Antichrist and he wants your soul.

-Kneel with palms up on your thighs

You don't want him to go away with such delicious fruit so you obey with your eyes fixed on the floor, shaking. He leans down then in front of you and sat with a satisfied smile on the floor.

-Look at me

You shake your head no, too afraid to see him in the eyes, so he tilts your chin up and you are forced to meet his gaze. You find it soothing somehow and you swallow strongly to try and control your trembling body.

-Open your mouth –He says moving his hand to your cheek

You don't dare touch the food so you do as you are told and he puts a grape on your tongue. You can savour the taste of his fingertips in every piece of fruit you eat. He doesn't stop looking into your eyes, delighted by your helplessness. You hate him, with all your strength and you want to erase that cheeky smirk of his face. You don't think much about it and when he puts another grape into your mouth, you bite his fingers. He hisses and slaps your cheek which is red now. You hold your tears in inhaling deeply. It just takes a second for him to compose himself and putting his fingers softly onto your cheek again forcing you to meet his now darker gaze once more. He continues feeding you the same way without saying a word. Even though the grapes are sweet and juicy, you can barely chew, trapped in a nervous state, being fed by this demon. He knows it, so close to you feeling your body heat. He takes advantage of that and caresses your hurt cheek lightly with his fingers. That's enough to bring you to tears loosing out the remains of control.

-Please –you sob hiding your face into his palm – Please leave me alone. What do you want instead of my soul? I'll do anything but just leave me alone, please...!

He hugs you soft and ceremoniously, laying his head on yours, shushing you and making you even more terrified in his arms.

-Oh dear, I know you will. You'll do anything that I want but I will also have your soul.

-Never – you dare to speak angrily between your sobs

He lets out a small laugh

-I know it's not a virtue, but I'm so impatient to taste that word of yours. You'll find I can be very persuasive.

You continue crying at his evil words, it seems like you can't stop and as he finds he can no longer feed you properly in that state, he moves his hand to your nape and he traces his other hand above your puffy sobbing face. Your eyelids feel heavy and you fall asleep. He lays you down delicately on the floor.