The room filled with a thick sandalwood odour, as the bedroom door opened.
“How are you finding it? Settling in, that is.” A deep strong voice sliced through the silence.
“It’s been a month or so, I guess not too bad. The guys are very nice and welcoming sir. But the room will take some getting use to.” She spoke with confidence and rigidity. Arms and legs very stiff and kept together.
“Relax. There is no need for formal behaviour. It would be nice if we could become friends.” His voice softened as he stepped further into the room and closer to the young girl. “Do you not like your room?”
“Permission to speak freely…” She uttered hesitantly, knowing the last time an unpopular comment was made, she was forced to endure the cold winter winds. “Please do Rissa, your opinion matters to me.”
“I am not use to such small inhabitants and although I am honoured to have my own living quarters, I fear the others envy me and dislike me as they have to share theirs.”
“Perhaps. Maybe to even it out I should move in?” He chuckled. “The boys will get over it, they are not use to having a member of the opposite sex aboard the team. You are different. It could be very well they are threatened by you or are attracted to you. For our first female recruit, you are beautiful.” The silver sharp buttons on his sleeve scratched her face, as he pushed loose strands of hair behind her ear. A large built torso had now found its way very close to Rissa’s side. Sweat pooled at her palms, thoughts raced through her mind. – It’s nothing. His just being nice. –
“You’re bleeding, let me get that for you.” he whispered near her ear. Twists and turns of the lower abdomen rose up to the bursting heart. A strange feeling occurred on her cheek and a slow creeping realisation entered her soul – This is not right. –
Time decelerated, seconds became hours and minutes became days. The body and mind detached, leaving the soul to endure the now inflicting lasting memory. Rissa watched her self frozen. Every hour he inched closer; she could feel the body heat, the increasing sharpness in his breath and the heavy groans.
Rissa screamed, no one could hear her, not even herself. She pushed herself, told her to fight back. His cushioned lips moved down her cheek, closer to her own and his hand slid down her back shakily, as if he was afraid. Feet remained firmly glued to the ground, Rissa pulled them and begged them to move. She looked up at her, the face seemed vacant. “Please….” She whispered.
On the tip of her tongue awaited the words ‘No’ but there was no breath to accompany it. So it remained. Unmoved, whilst his large block like fingers searched for an opening.
– If I let it happen, maybe it will be quick. Maybe I shouldn’t fight back because it will make it worse. It’s probably a misunderstanding. He was just trying to stop the bleeding earlier. –
Heartbeat ceased. Warm humid breath enter her mouth space, her lips tightly shut, the only reflex her body was capable of. Rissa moved slowly away, as if she was able to run away from her body and what was about to happen. Picturing the moment she hits him, when she screams for help. The moment she runs for the doors and out of the grounds.
“You are too young for this,” he panted as he laid his forehead on her cold shoulder. Perspiration transferred from his skin to her clothes whilst he gracefully removed his hand. After rebuttoning his crisp, slightly damp white shirt, he straightened up the rest of his outfit – a white blazer and trouser, which now seemed to be containing a bulge. He checked himself in the mirror and ran his creamy golden hands through a thick meadow of browning harvest wheat hair to the nape of his neck which was now red. Tip taps of footsteps left the room, the noise ringed through Rissa’s ear. She stood. Stared. Sweated. Asphyxiated of livelihood.
Hello readers. I’ve worked on this piece for the last month or so. As previously stated I have partnered up with Resistant who would do some artwork for some of the parts. Working with him was a lot of fun. I loved seeing his interpretation of the events in this part. He came up with the title for this part. I cannot express how much I like the title. This part was difficult for me to write. Hopefully you all like it. You know the drill share, like and comment.
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“Lose yourself within yourself, you are your own universe.” – Shahe
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