Rainbow Eyes

Five

FIVE

     With my eyes closed it felt as if my room was spinning very slowly; shifting into something new. I was a light sleeper and I knew there was somebody else in the room with me, but sleep seemed to fall so heavy on me. Even when I felt a warm hand glide from my bellybutton upwards my stomach, I did not awake. Nor when that hand slowly pushed up my shirt and pushed down my pajama pants, my eyes did not open. No, instead, sleep pulled me back in and darkness once again took over.

It wasn’t until a while later when my eyes finally decided to open did I feel the softness of the bed, the silk covers and the firm but indulgent-worthy pillow underneath my head; I knew this wasn’t my bed. My eyes snapped open and the first thing I was greeted with was the roof of the bed and the transparent cloth that gracefully hung around it. I slowly sat up, confusion slipping into my face when I felt the wetness between my legs. What aroused me when I was asleep?

There was no blanket on my body, and instead of pajamas, a loose black dress with silk edges hung onto my frame. And no, I did not feel any underwear under it. I sighed, questions entering my mind. My birthday was over; did that mean I was now in hell?

I slowly moved to the edge of the bed and stood up, my knees felt so weak that I had to hold onto the bedside table, a moan slipping from my lips. My body felt so sensitive, what had happened to me last night?

The walls were bare and in a dark red in color with small black markings, adding a mysterious vibe to the already shadowy room. There were no pictures, no paintings, nothing, just a dark red curtain draped in front of me and another one on the same wall, further from me. There was a bookshelf in between both curtains, and two lounge single couches, lamps and a slim, stand table on opposite sides of the furniture. The lamps were off and there was a book on the right stand table.

I took a slight step forward, my knees still seemed wobbly, but I was stable enough to stand. I took a few steps forward, surveying the room more. There was a door on my farther left, the bathroom, no doubt. I took a deep breath and then exhaled, proceeding towards the said door. I was about to walk inside when suddenly it slammed shut right in front of me. I snatched my hand back, a yelp slipped through my lips.

“Glad you’ve made yourself comfortable, darling”

I turned around to find that Wilde was gracefully sitting on one of the couches across the room from me; his form relaxed as if watching a show; watching me.

“Wonderful to officially meet you, Devany” he said, offering his hand out though he knew I was too far away to reach it

“I think you already knew me, way before I knew you” I retorted

He took his hand back, “True,” he stood up“But, at least try to be friendly”

“I didn’t think that word was in your dictionary, devil” I spat the name at him

He only grinned, unaffected, “The things I could do to your body, Devany”

A light touch went from behind my right hand upwards. Frightened, I looked down and jumped away from it. Another touch went from the top of my shoulders going down, again, I moved away from it, my eyes searching to whom the unseen hands that had touched me belonged to, but nobody was there. In this room, it was just Wilde and me.

I pointed an accusing look at him, “How are you doing that?”

“This?” the unseen hands captured my wrists behind my back, another set parted my legs “Or this?” I could feel a hot moist mouth enclose around my nipple, it felt as if there wasn’t an inch of clothing on my body.