Breaking purity: The wolf // Michael Langdon

No way out

Day 5 morning

You open your eyes and notice his hands on your belly, but it doesn't make you jump up scared this time. You turn around and he wakes up at your movement.

- What are you doing here? – you ask calmly – I thought you were outside.

-Yeah, that was till I heard your mind calling me within a frozen state.

-Oh... - you hesitate and both of you stare into each other, the very low sounds of skins brushing together – I'm gonna get up – you say jumping out of bed.

-You're so energetic this morning, princess – he slowly sits down – May I ask if something happened to get you in this lively mood? – he smirks and your cheeks flush red.

-Nothing – you say cut and embarrassed -I just need to use the bathroom.

While you are in there, he takes the old sheets and the red blanket out of the bedroom and then comes back to search for another garment in the closet, since his suit is wrinkled from your body using it along the night. This new one is a cloak and it has two circle clasp pins with a pair of golden chains connecting them at the neck part. When you get out of the bathroom, he is looking in a mirror inside the door of the closet and you innocently laugh loud.

-You look like a vampire, ahahaha - but when you calm down you see him staring at you and you swallow. He doesn't even allow you to move since he has you grabbed by the O-ring in a second, a millimeter away from him.

-Excuse me little one, can you repeat what you just said?

-I'm sorry, Sir, it was nothing – your pupils dilated with fear and excitement.

-That's what I thought –his mouth smiles almost touching yours and then he lets go of your collar, allowing you to go backwards – Hope you behave well this afternoon while I'm gone. You already know the rules: eat and stay hydrated.

-Can I go outside the room? – you ask shyly.

-Sweetheart, we've already talked about that.

-But it's not fair, you have the privilege to go out the Sanctuary or at least have a good walk if that can be possible considering the radioactive scenario and I am not able to do anything apart from reading – he tries to hear you with demureness but he finds you so cute when you argue like that – At least, if you don't trust me alone in here, put me in a Hazmat suit and bring me with you.

-You don't wanna see what's outside there.

-Michael... - you insist

-Enough – he says - Don't make me shut that little mouth of yours – He walks to the door and leaves.

Day 5 afternoon

You keep grumbling for a while and then you open the drawer and take a handful of books including the Bible. You try to sit on the bed and calm down but you are too disquieted so you sit in the corner of the room. First thing you read are some Nietzsche writings but you get bored really quick and you throw them on the floor. Then you open a Grimm's story, "Little Red Riding Hood". It has drawings of the girl and the wolf, him watching her so predatory, with such a lustful wish. His eyes, his tongue, his teeth, his mouth... "the better to eat you with". For God's sake. You lick your lips and close it abruptly, throwing it on the floor too. Then you open the Bible, trying to create a peaceful environment for yourself but there it is, the snake's black and sinful eyes, the fucking tempting apple in Eva's mouth. You start to bite your nails, Bible in hand, puffing and blowing. You scratch your chest as you inhale deep while a ball of heat is appearing in your belly. Your hand slides down your nightgown to your thighs and the Bible falls now of your other weak and trembling hand. You claw the inner part of your right thigh with strength forcing yourself to focus but your eyes close and your head rest on the wall while your chest goes up and down with every heavy breath. When your pinkie finger surreptitiously caresses your bare slit, you bite your lips with pleasure and the other fingers just follow the path and go up and down that sensitive and fleshy skin. His succulent lips. Your other hand grips your left thigh with strength and you let out a moan. Those hungry blue eyes and... God no. Abruptly you open your eyes and see the Bible besides you. You immediately stop touching yourself, panting. You stand up very quick and put all the books back in the drawer. You scrub your face, anxious, while you swing on your feet back and forward, your mind repeating "forgive me, Father" like a mantra. The movement slowly transforms itself into a stretching and then your arms start to wave in all directions creating a little dance. Yes, that feels really great for your body and the excessive energy it has store. While you are there moving like a feather being blown by the wind, trying to create a funny tango dance, Michel has come back and you don't even notice, as you are giving your back to the door. He is watching the scenario with a rogue smirk, your nightgown revealing more skin of your thighs with every twist of your torso. He approaches you very quiet and catches you by the waist and when you turn surprised, he bends down above your body, creating a stylish ending dance pose.