The Devil took Dianna

The Devil took Dianna

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It was the same year as the year of the cats and the spiders. When we had to kill the kittens. It was a very strange time. The house was infested with spiders. Big, black and hairy; they were all over and we couldn’t get rid of them. They hid away during the day and at night when we were sleeping they came out and walked around. It was terrifying going to bed when you knew that you would wake up in the middle of the night with them crawling over you. You would try and put sleep off as much as possible, reading with the light on; making much noise in an attempt to keep them away. You would feel their presence just beyond where the light reached; you could feel their eyes on you, waiting for the darkness to come crawling out of their holes, their feet making a slight scratching noise on the floor. A slight tip-tap as they were running closer; intruding into your dreams and causing countless nightmares. Except this time it was real.
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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