The Curse of the Lilin

((Closed for Myself and Alana))

IC: Adam Matthews

This was the ritzy part of town. Adam was fortunate to have gotten this patrol route. He was a police officer and had spent the last few years working the routes of the crime laden Gilmore park. One night he had stopped a kid from jacking a convenience store. He didn't see the other one with the 38. He had survived the gunshot and returned to the force after months of rehab and desk duty, but when Sergeant Mayes retired his route up here on the hill became open and a word from his father-in-law, the city council man, had given him the easiest route in the city. Just a few weeks into this route and he was already bored to death. The most action he had seen was looking for a little girl's lost cat.

He loved Claire, his wife, but she had to stop trying to arrange things like getting her daddy to politic for him. He didn't become a cop to avoid danger. He knew she worried for him, especially now after he'd been shot once already, and he felt bad about putting her through that, but she knew what she was getting into when she said "I do" and became a policewife.

The route wouldn't be so bad if Ramirez was still his partner. At least then he'd have someone to talk to, but on this route only one officer was needed, barely even that.

He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket as he turned on Columbus street. Claire was trying to get him to quit the things, but what she didn't know wouldn't make him sleep on the couch for a week. He lit the cigarette and breathed in the first soothing pull from it. He knew it was bad. He knew these things were likely to kill him, but there was nothing like the soothing effect of smoking a cigarette.

At least tonight he had something to do. Dispatch had given him an address to check on. The business manager of some wealthy guy who lived in the area. According to the manager the guy, A Mister Arthur Brown, was a recluse, fairly agoraphobic, and eccentric. Also Mr. Brown hadn't answered his manager's phone calls for days, which was apparently extremely unusual, so in lieu of the manager being on business in Tokyo right now he had called the police and asked if they could check on Mr. Brown. So here he was pulling up at the guy's doorstep.

He got out of the car wincing as he closed the car door with too much force. Then he strode up the steps to the big red front doors of the Mr. Brown's brick townhouse. He took the lionheaded knocker in hand and knocked on the thickly wooded door.

No one came.

There was a car parked outside, a porsche with a personalized plate proclaiming Master4U. He looked inside through one of the windows. The lace drapes were drawn shut, so he couldn't see through them, but he could see that the lights were on inside. He knocked again shouting, "Hello, anyone home."

He listened carefully and wasn't sure but thought he heard someone answer him.

He knocked again, this time more forcefully. Then placing his ear to the door.

'' Help me......please....Some one help me.''

That got him moving. "Hang on I'm coming."

He tried the door handle. No surprise it was locked. He slammed his shoulder into it ignoring the pain again and again. Eventually the door gave way.

"Hello, Are you still there." He pulled his 9 mil unsure of what he'd find. The shouts were coming from down stairs, the basement. He stormed down there to find...to find what looked like a church altar, but all wrong. The crucifix was upside down. The bowl that was supposed to have holy water in it had a red liquid that looked like blood. On the floor was a pentagram burned into the concrete. Atop the altar was a book with black pages marked with blood red ink.

What kind of sick bastard lived here?

Another shout came, from the room behind this satanic church. he barged in unprepared for what he found. The walls were lined with whips, chains, and all manner of sick sadistic things. There was what looked like a maternity table, but Adam had never seen one with shackles. In the center was a cage and a woman chained inside.

"Oh my god." He rushed over to her. "Miss, I'm here now."

He tried to open the cage to find it locked. He needed the key.

'The house' stood tall, and grand on the summit of a hill that lifted its street upwards to what a realtor would excitedly describe as an ''elevated site, desired by any home owner.'' Its brown stone facade was darkened with the rigors of time; the same time that aged each brick to a soft biscuit crust that glowed in the street lights of the street and looked enriched in the natural sunlight that filtered through the smog filled clouds.. It was an impressive part of town, where four storied houses bought you a formal sun bathed sitting room, a library and study...and kitchen that ran across the back of the entire house, to a small dinning room that over looked each houses private garden..Up stairs was yet another sitting room, with three bedroom, with each floor up housing three more rooms on each level, comprising of a games room on the very top floor over looking the city, with views of the bridge that was strung across one of the greatest rivers in the entire country....From one front window, you could see the distant roof tops of the lower houses, from a part of town realtors didn't want on their books where games rooms were dreamed about, and kitchens were tiny and gardens were a corner of a yard scarcely large enough to hold the garbage cans.

Outside it looked 'normal'...What ever normal was in an area of town where reality included a Porsche parked outside with personalized license plates, and each house played host to parties that included names in the morning headlines from celebrity to crime. 'The house' was just like the others...Dressed to impress, trying to conceal its wealth behind lace clad windows and painted deep red front door with a curled lions head knocker. Inside though, the opulence belied an interior that was cold, drained of atmosphere, and where the silence screamed loudly and dust mights lifted on furniture that hadn't been dusted in months....Since the house keeper walked out swearing she'd never come back.

Lilly liked living here. She liked the feeling of being in the middle of souls fattened on greed, wanting more and more and more....And she was prepared to give it.........and take. He had called her almost eight months ago..Called her back to a live she'd been banished from a century ago..He who thought a bulging wallet gave him the right to abuse and hurt....take the sting out of pleasure with his greedy hand and leather belt. It had eaten into her skin as he'd struck her, and Lilly had cried, pleading and begging for him to stop...She had watched him grow empowered on her pain, and knew his soul grew as he'd force himself on her then, exploding time and time again within her, until it was too late....and he realized his captive was not the capture..

She had allowed him entrap her.

Call her from the pages of his cursed book, ...taking her as his own to use for his own pleasure....She had played him like the fool he was...He had fucked his way in to a soul devouring game of 'who wins lives', and she grew stronger on his lust..He fed her, and Lilly blossomed with each blow of his fist raining down on her..Black and blue became a badge of honor as she waited and played her part of the game, luring him in, drawing on his lust, watching him fade before her eyes.. He shriveled up into a husk of a man, pleading his turn, asking for more....dying to die in the throws of liquid release …....She gave him that last wish....He fully aware on his last breath it was to be his last....His body hers, his soul damned for eternity, and Lilly was content to watch the life drain from his eyes, as his erection spit is last bubble of spew deep inside her and he groaned up at her his fucked chant until his breath stopped and the chant silenced....She whispered to him then lovingly as his eyes grew vacant and hers glowed with their black wicked pleasure......''Welcome to my world old man......Where's your God now''?

~

The car door slamming drew her from her thoughts and Lilly left his bedside to look outside.....Days had come and gone, and no one had come...He had died alone with her, and she had watched, counting the hours as his body dried and drained of the last of its substance, his aged face contorted with its gaping mouth and bulging eyes....But she never left him...she had held his hand, and watched, keeping vigil , never leaving him alone as she waited patiently for the phone to ring, and be ignored..; until the unanswered calls eventually brought her 'another'.
Outside the street looked no different than all the days she'd looked out on...With is rows of ornate street lights, ...rows of flowering trees, …..and Porches, like little black beetles in an army of wealth lined up waiting to admired....and now the police car, just parked at the foot of the steps, leading up to the red door and its snarling lion's head knocker.

She backed away , ensuring she was not seen..She turned from the window, walked slowly to the bed, and looked down on him..He that had treated her like an animal , bound in leather straps to lay at the foot of his bed when the mood struck him , to take her to his room, to serve his needs both physically and brutally..He had been the animal.

Her hair hung down her back in a black wave, as Lilly ran her finger down the silk color of the silk robe he allowed her wear. She was perhaps at her most lovely in the misty evening sunlight just fading behind her, the room drenched in a dusty haze that befit the misery of its owner..Empowered by death, ..dangerous and hungry, her beauty was almost unfair...Standing she was magnificent.........but as she past the foot of the bed, and stepping over the leather straps there she left him for the first time in days and days..

Lilly walked with a natural grace she was born with..Her steps on the stairs down, were slow, unpanicked as she watched for shadows beneath the tiny gap beneath the front door...Beneath the stairs was the door to what he called his 'private play rooms'...It was a cellar converted to a second but less inviting library; full of books, graphs, secretive anti religious texts, pentagrams and of course, 'the book' that he read from, to call Lilly back.. There was a deep burgundy drape hanging on the wall behind a small desk, with a surprising ornate desk chair...Behind the curtain was a small door...barely four feet tall, stout, sound proof when closed with its aged thickness...Behind that door was Lilly's room....In truth it was his room...A room designed and equipped with all a man might want in exploring his fetish with a woman who shared his desires.......But he had shared nothing...He took what was there, and made each tool, each toy, each accessory, an item of torture..His arousal had come from what he could inflict on her until he 'broke' her...The crops laced with vinegar to sting...the leathers adjusted to such tightness that they tore at the flesh they restrained...Hooks that looked as horrific as they felt when used wrong...Or in his mind right...And his gift to Lilly..His greatest gift he'd told her, as he revealed what he wished to be her greatest humiliation...The cage. She had grown strong from her captive hours as he abused the body, but fed her soul...What he'd done was even a surprise to her, his stamina for previsions unlike anything she'd experienced ..She'd feasted on his cruelty...Cried and sobbed to feed an ego that was almost insanely demanding....And as he grew more dangerous, he had began to grow weaker....and Lilly was fueled with the patient drive to make him last until she was ready to unleash herself onto a world that knew too few of her kind...

She crawled inside...the robe suddenly not so rich...Dirty and stained on the floor...She didn't look so beautiful as the bruises resurfaced, and tell tale signs of the old lash marks crisscrossed her back and buttocks...Her fingernails were broken from clawing a deceptive path to a freedom that she hadn't truly wanted...And her lips were cracked from thirst and the cold, her hair limp and dull clinging to her pale shoulders...
In moments she was the captive again, strapped with her chin wedged on the leather rest, her hands tied down as firmly as if he'd done if, and her right ankle caked with dried blood, from kicking at the cage door behind her...She was ...a horrible pathetic visage.. A young woman robbed of her freedom by the dead menace up stairs, ...her life shattered as her dark eyes fought in the darkness to see anything at all, and Lilly shivered...It was...exciting to be so close.

And her whimpers were perfect..Terrified hoarse pleadings that echoed in the stench of his house..
Lilly sobbed, ...exhaustion and pain stiffening her abused form, she tugging on the straps vainly , .one eye almost closed with the bruising.....And she waited..patiently crying, her voice weak from calling out for help, the stout little door left open whereby her pained crying travelled up cellar stairs to the silent house..She huddled terrified in the cage with the skin of her wrists chaffed from the bindings that ate into her struggling flesh..

'' Help me......please....Some one help me.''

And then he was there, the 'new one'...Undaunted by what he saw, trying to open a cage door that was locked automatically on closing..

''Please...before he comes down........He'll kill me...Please!......

She tried moving to look at the face of her rescuer...It hurt her shoulders to move, so Lilly sagged, her knees numb, her jaw aching from the strap her chin rested on..

''Hurry......Please....The key's under the book...Oh please.....Hurry!''

IC: Adam Matthews

The woman looked like she'd been through hell. Her body which would've been beautiful was brutally beaten and whipped, and from the looks of the painful wounds she'd endured that sort of unspeakable torture for weeks. what kind of sick bastard would do this to her, and then lock her up like some sort of animal. Not even dogs should be treated this way.

''Please...before he comes down........He'll kill me...Please!......" She tried to shift her head to look up at him, but couldn't manage it.

"It's alright, ma'am, I won't let him hurt you anymore." He knelt down so he could look into her eyes-well one-there was a bruise on one side of her face that swelled up so much it nearly made it impossible for her to look out of. He hoped she could see in his face, a decent, honest face that wouldn't scare her like how alot of victims of rape reacted to any man near them.

He glanced to the closed door on the other side of the room. "Who did this to you, Ma'am, was it the owner of this house? Was it Mr. Brown?"

''Hurry......Please....The key's under the book...Oh please.....Hurry!''

"Book," He asked looking around the room. There were all sorts of items around but no books. Then he suddenly remembered the large book with the black pages in the satanic chapel room. He pointed to the other room. "I'll be back in just a minute, don't worry."

Adam remembered his training suddenly then. He'd forgotten to call in and report what he'd found here and ask for backup. He quickly corrected that relieved that soon he'd have some help. Now he had to concentrate on getting this poor woman out of here.

When he reentered the chapel he was more careful to clear the room checking all the corners and keeping his back to the walls. He felt a certain sense of unease as he approached the altar, goosebumps, shivers racing up his spine, especially when he stepped onto the pentagram on the floor.

But undaunted by the creepiness of this satanic chapel, and remembering the poor woman in the other room he lifted the big black book and sure enough found a brass key underneath.

He returned to the woman in the cage and knelt down so she could see him. "Everything is going to be alright, ma'am." The cage door swung open, and he reached in to remove her chains. "I'm going to get you out of here."

She watched him..Her eyes wide with fear, her body shaking, trying to find the space in the cage to avoid touching him...him touching her.
But she watched..He smelled young...Not like him upstairs, drained and limp, a body worn before Lilly was summoned to him...She hungered already... Lusted, and felt the tingle tremble in her loins as she inhaled on the wonder of his scent, and her mind drifted..Soon.......Soon.
Images taunted her of undulating bodies, ...hands clasping...mouths learning, knowing..being intimate...fluids..necturous fluids dribbling and............

"I'm going to get you out of here."

Her eyes snapped closed....her head lowering as the tug of him working on the chains to free her intruded luckily. She groaned..God it was exciting to be so close..so absolutely fucking close to.......'him'.
Her ankles both hurt..The restraints tight...Lilly remembering pain, and smiling a concealed smile as she whimpered against the action of helping her..She was free then..
She cowered, tried to hide behind her hands, hurting herself more crawling into the corner of the small meshed enclosure to keep 'him' away..

''Please don't touch me''

Her voice was shrill..panicked..terrified. Her bottom lip was cracked dry, and bled a little as she cried and tried in vain to be modest behind her knees..

''Oh please don't let him come near me.!''

Bit by bit, Lilly inched nearer to the open latch..One arm draped across her breasts, her behind chaffed on the meshed bottom of the cage. She watched him, fear in every expression on her face..Her eyes dark, her skin deathly pale from her sunless imprisonment..
Her mind whirred..God he was perfect!..Lush..vibrant....verile!...

''He'll kill you........Please...Please....Don't let him..Aaaaaah!!''

She hit the ground hard, her legs unable to support herself as she tried to stand..Her cries were so sad in their torment, as Lilly tried to crawl away from hands that just might hurt her ...Hands that in time she would covet, ..she would unashamedly whore herself for.

A clumsy grasp on the side of the chair he upstairs used to sit and watch her from, revealed a silken robe he sometimes allowed her wear...It was provocative, tarty..sleazy, but at least it covered her bruised cold body..The robe was typical of the taste the old one had revealed..For one so wealthy, his taste was cheep, and classless.

She knocked the chair over in her panic to cover herself..The rattling slap of it hitting the floor echoed like a gun shot in the room, and Lilly almost passed out in pure fright..He upstairs might hear...Dead sick twisted bastard..

''Oh my God..Oh my God..He'll know ..He'll know!''

And she reached up to 'him'..Sweet, perfect, divine 'him', with one hand from her curled seclusion on the floor with her back against the wall, and sobbed as her fingers clasped at his.

'' Please...please don't let him touch me''!

IC: Adam Matthews

The bonds at her wrists were leather straps buckled tight chained together and looped over the top of the cage. Adam was having a little difficulty with the buckles. He had to holster his weapon again to get the poor woman free. When she was finally free she retreated away from him and into the furthest corner of her cage desperately tring to cover her nakedness.

''Please don't touch me.'' She said terrified.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you." Adam rose up forgetting that he was stooping inside a cage and banging his head on the top of it. He stepped back out of it rubbing the sore spot.

''Oh please don't let him come near me.!'' She said inching her way out of the cage, but keeping her eyes warily locked on him, obviously afraid if he should come any closer. ''He'll kill you........Please...Please....Don't let him..Aaaaaah!!''

When she tried to rise out of the cage her bruised and battered legs couldn't support her weight and she fell to the floor.

"Ma'am," Adam gasped reaching out to help her back up.

She was repulsed by him again knocking over a chair and pulling a sheer silk robe over her body curled up in a ball. The sound of the chair as it hammered against the floor resounded through the room.

Her face grew pale in fright as she stared at the other door to the room. ''Oh my God..Oh my God..He'll know ..He'll know!''

His weapon was drawn focusing on the far door. "It's alright, I'll protect you." He reached out his hand and incredibly she reached out and took it. His heart warmed at the vast courage it took for her to do that considering what she had so undoubtably been through.

'' Please...please don't let him touch me''!

Adam's eyes narrowed on the door as he vowed, "I won't let him hurt you again, I swear it."

Sirens could be heard. Help was on its way. He glanced back down at her then at the door as the sirens came to a stop outside. Fellow officers came through. He told them what he knew, and despite a fiery urge to go look through the house and find the sick son of a bitch that would do this he elected to stay with the poor girl as the others searched through the townhouse and found the perverted perp.

"It's alright, ma'am," He told her as he continued to kneel before her shielding her from the harshness of the world, "An ambulance is on the way. He won't be able to hurt you anymore now."

They came...In their dutifully classic black and white cars..Sirens blaring, the silence within the house dissolved into the footsteps that were at first cautious, then hastening when the other was found in his husk on his bed. He had abused what he had called on, but only because she was weak when newly awoken... He had shredded what had always been, believing selfishly he was in control. When Lilly had grown strong, control changed sides, and he never even knew he had become the beloved.
Her beloved..
He had become her source of enjoyment, replenishment, affection, pain, anger and in the end on his dying bed, her grief. He was gone now..A man waisted on his own greed, and Lilly was free again....and strong...and slowly hungering again.

'He' smelled of fresh soap, laundered clothing, ..the scent of his environment, and blood and seed..'His' body young, strong, his manner dedicated, if innocently leading him closer and closer to one that could make him hunger or starve for her. Her face remained pale, Lilly's wounds a delicious deception..They hurt, and she shrunk away as the paramedics entered, with Lilly trying to press herself in to the very wall to hide from them, as they squatted down beside 'Him', engaging in their attempt to win her trust.

Her eyes never left his..Relying on him to guide her toward those that wanted to help her..take care of her...She was granted the covering of a large faded, clean hospital blanket, her vitals taken where she was, the condition of her wounds noted, questions direct but carefully put..
She said little. No name given..no background offered by her..no information on how she got here..She just sat staring with large hurt fearful eyes at 'Him'..
She knew nothing, and as the questions of what was done to her grew too intimately embarrassing, Lilly started crying...Hiding in her hands, she sobbed away a smile as they whispered to 'Him' that they thought it was best to just take her to the hospital, where possibly a rape kit might be prepared , and treatment for her injuries would be given in a far more comfortable environment.

Lilly instantly grabbed 'His' hand. As soon as the paramedics tried to get her to the gurney, she feared loosing 'Him' to the other uniformed officers that were closing off the scene, protecting evidence, beginning their investigation..

''Please come!....I don't ..I..I..I don't want to be by myself...Will you come''?

She lay back in the gurney, a drip feeding much needed fluids into the back of her hand, exhaustion leaving her tiredly blinking, shock beginning to numb her enough that she stopped fighting everything. Her voice was husky quiet, her words mumbled and sorrowfully lonely as she cheated her way into 'His' life.

''Help mm'me.....Please,.. help me.''.

The gurney was carefully carried up the flight of stairs to the ground floor, before she was wheeled along the shadowed hall, lit up by dim light bulbs hugged in their expensive light fittings despite the time of day..
Someone was taking official crime scene photographs, and Lilly turned her head away slowly, groaning at the flash, before she was met by the clarity and chill of fresh air.
Her 'room' was behind her, down the cellar stairs, with its black wax candles, and demonic prayer beads..She knew the surge of energy flood her body as the pitying looks continued from officers that didn't quite know what to say.....And as she felt the gurney being lifted onto the back of the ambulance, she mumbled through her cracked lips..

''Why can't I remember?....I can't remember..''

And Lilly cried again, before the effects of the little injection into her arm took affect, calming her down, her lids drooping as the journey to a new feast of living through 'Him' began to happen.

IC: Adam Matthews

Adam bit back a curse looking into the contents of the styrofoam cup. The coffee in the hospital was horrible, so bitter, that four packs of sugar and a heavy dose of creamer hadn't been able to ameliorate it. But caffeine was caffeine so he tried to down another swallow without wincing this time at the sludge he was drinking.

He approached the County General hospital room number 114, where the woman he had rescued lay asleep still from the sedatives the paramedic had given her. He placed the cup of coffee on a tabletop near the uncomfortable chair he had sat and watched her sleep in for the past hour. He had argued with his sergeant to be the one to go and watch after this poor woman. Eventually she had relented. So here he was.

The doctor that had looked over her had told him she was severely bruised and lacerated, but he thought in a few weeks she would be fine-atleast physically. They already had scheduled a trauma counselor to help her through her recovery.

The rapekit had been taken, and now she was alone to slumber in peace. Adam watched her breathing. Without the heinous bruises and cuts she'd be quite beautiful. A lock of her hair had fallen over her face. Adam took a step forward to move it aside.

His personal phone rang. Adam pulled it out of his pocket seeing that it was Claire. Damn it, he had forgotten to tell her where he was, or what had happened. He stepped back to the door to answer it.

Claire was furious, but he managed to explain to her about rescuing the woman and watching over her for the night. He said good bye with his customary: "I love you."

He looked back over to the woman in the hospital bed. She was still sleeping peacefully, thankfully. He crossed over to her looking down on her. Even with the bruises and cuts she was beautiful. Gently his hand moved the lock of hair off from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "You're going to be alright," He whispered to her, "I am here, and I won't let anything like what you've been through happen ever again to you. I swear it."

He returned to the uncomfortable chair, and the horribly bitter coffee. Minutes grew to hours. He had finished the newspaper when his eyes began to grow heavy and sleep even in the uncomfortable chair overtook him. So he slept head canted to one side, and he dreamed.

Wonderful, beautiful, good baby..Fool..! Lilly lays in her paper hospital gown, bathed clean, sedated but completely lucid, and aware of her surroundings. He's there, ..He'd come..He'd not left her...and he'd watched over her since her arrival at the hospital. Already he was drawn to her..Already he was promising her his protection, and already she was his..His to do as he wanted...his to take his pleasure from..his to pour his pleasure into..His to crave, his to abuse, his to adore, his..his his his..And he was hers. He had no choice now..She had found him...claimed him...and......

He slept..Lilly turned and looked at him, her smile gentle, her eyes dark, as she closed her eyes too..His dream was her entry to his soul..She listened to the sounds of the hospital halls, muffled by the thick door, and soon she heard nothing only his breathing...and heart beat.

God what a beautiful sound...Thump..thump...thumpthump. He was at ease..Open to her in innocent sleep....In the haze of nothingness, she was nude and just went to him...Her body was perfect..just as he'd wish..There was no sound only theres..no scents only them..no others, only he and her..There was no setting, no scenery, no place..It was just a somewhere in his sleep, dark with only the sheen of two naked bodies meeting, with no place for coyness, no words, no feigned reasons to seek the other out..It was hard, heated and sultry.., with writhing bodies slowly fucking with hungry grace.

She was beneath him..He was in her, his shaft dipping past the soft silky lips of her cunt, teasing her open, his weight a precious restriction..She dug her feet to the unseen floor beneath her to welcome each stroke, each thrust, each drive towards release..... until she was over him...impaled on his cock, and she screwed him...Sucking his cock deep within her, her thighs spread wide as she ground down, her hands mauling her breasts, pulling on her nipples as she rode him..Pink sweet lips glistened around the girth of his shaft, gaping open as its base demanded more of her, and Lilly groaned, fucking him wildly.
Then the picture changed, and she was down on him, sucking his cock, her head slowly moving , her tongue licking it, wetting it for her hand to stroke.

''Do you like that my love?''

She looked up at him, her lips full, eyes clear, skin pale but beautifully luminous..Rubbing the head of his cock over her bottom lip, until she pressed the tip of her tongue to the tiny hole, and her eyes closed..She sucked and sucked, her warm lips gliding over the length, her breathing quickening as his scent arouse her lust further and Lilly groaned as she inhaled and felt her throat tight around his length, her nose pressed to his crotch, both hands digging into the flesh of his ass, her gag panted, her eyes watering as she sucked him again, as deep as he wanted..

His sacs filled her mouth..She was there on her knees still between his thighs, the dream moving, Lilly seductively suckling on each stone, as her hand stroked him..Her other hand was between her own thighs, fingering and rubbing the petals of her sex..She squirmed on them, her lips pulling the crinkled flesh of his sacs, until she licked along his length, back to groaned mouthfuls of cock. Again and again she used the warmth of her mouth to pull on the hard thickness of his erection..She sucked his balls again, her tongue dipping back to rim him, probing and wetting, licking back to suck on his cock. Lilly's heart raced, her arousal intense, the need for what he would spill feeding a hunger that would not dissipate until it was fed.

'' Oh my treasure....my beautiful treasure.......Use me.''

IC: Adam Matthews

It was strange. Adam had never had a dream like this one before. He was in a sheer void, no up no down. There was nothing else. He was the sole occupant here until she came, nude as the day she was born-not even those horrendous bruises and scars that rat bastard had given her was there. It was just her undiluted, uncovered, raw. He wanted to say some thing mumble a question. He wanted to ask her why she was here but she approached curling arms around him and pressing her lips to his.

Adam impulsively wrapped his arms around her fingers curling into her hair holding the back of her head tight as he deepened the kiss. He erased the distance between them pressing her body close to his, skin to skin. He didn't remember removing his clothes, but dreams were like that.

And they writhed together there in that place that was no place. He loved his wife Claire, but with her there was the need for romance, for preamble, for kidgloves. This was just a dream and a man was still free in his dreams wasn't he? So, he unleashed all the desire he kept banked and controlled for Claire.

He opened his eyes and looked into hers. Those eyes were filled with a hunger, a need, a passion, a lust that translated in the way she held him. The way she pushed her hips up to meet his as he entered her. The ferocity of kisses and licks and teasing little nips of the teeth.

Here in this place of dreams, they were creatures of lust and passion. his heart his mind and soul whispering the dark desires all men had but few explored to her with every choice and action on his part. This was a dream and she was just a figment of that dream, wasn't she?

One moment she was riding him wild and glorious and the next she was on her knees between his splayed legs. The silken texture of her tongue over his hardness the heat of her breath and the tight wrap of her fingers around moving over him.

''Do you like that my love?''

She took him then down to the root nose pressing against his pelvis. He groaned out from the pleasure. An answer better than words.

'' Oh my treasure....my beautiful treasure.......Use me.''

His hand wrapped in her hair. "I want you," He growled from the sheer passion this dream had stirred in him, "I want you now."

He pulled her up by the hair and claimed her mouth in another hungry-impatient kiss demanding her return the passion of it. His free hand slid down over the lines of her back over the swell of a buttock to the back of her thigh. Adam pulled her leg up to wrap over his hip buttcheek. The movement brought her wet and eager in line with him hard and throbbing. A quick movement of his hips and he was buried deep within her, sensation of her tight wet heat exploding through out his body and mind. He dipped his head and lips claimed a rocking breast.

In the uncomfortable chair beside the door to her hospital room Adam stirred, but sleep had a firm hold of him now-she had a hold of him, and he continued to dream. A high tent in the crotch of pants the only clue to the content of that dream.

A light that was not a light, glistened on her pale flesh, the elegant line of her throat revealed as his lips moved lower to suckle on the stiff pebbled nipple standing erect and passioned pink. She was hungry for the fucked pleasure found in riding the rigid fullness of his shaft buried deep within her. She squirmed..heard her own whimpers as the grinding opulence of His ravishment tantalized and stroked her own arousal. He was on her....then she on him...his sacs smacking the soft flesh of her sex as he fucked her and she fucked him.

She turned her head away, her little smile played on her lips, innocently beautiful as Lilly lowered her hand beneath the crisp sheets, and gathered her night gown, lifting it over her thighs, slipping her hand then between them..
She was wet...the perfume of her arousal filling her nostrils as she fingered herself, and let herself fall back into the unseen place of his dreams.
She could smell him..Smell his want, and her head turned back, and she watched how the fabric of his uniformed pants stretched around His crotch..Her lips were licked, her fingers stretching her open, she shifting enough to press another finger inside herself, and she groaned quietly, bit her lip and felt the weight of him over her in that place, that distant sleep induced place, ....and she whispered to him there, where she knew what it was to be taken by him.

''Don't ever leave me....I'll never let you go lover''

She thrashed beneath him, clinging to some unseen structure, her knuckles white, her fingers clutching tightly to it over her head..Her feet dug into the surface where they lay, her breasts vibrating, her belly creased as she swung one leg over his shoulder, and half turned, the dribble of her arousal tickling between the cheeks of her arse.

She was so close to the blessed release she needed..craved....She had to have his too..His seed..the fruit of his essence....She needed it desperately, ..needed its succulence, its power. Lilly groaned, felt lips of her cunt creaming, ..smelled her own release as she came with a hoarse cry and felt the gushing pressure relieved on her climax...His cock punished the mouth of her womb with thrust after thrust...Bedding her, laying his claim in his dreamed state..He was wonderful.!
She was on him then...riding and screwing down on him, her kiss ferocious, with his mouth explored with her tongue..She sucked his, squatting over him, her knees wide, her thighs straining as she opened herself to his control, to his lust, to what ever he wanted in her..She was his to use..to be used by..But she was his in this domain..

''Don't stop.....Don't stop.........You have to make me yours beloved!..

She panted it fervently against his lips, her eyes dark, pupils dilated, as fucked bliss took from her again another wet tribute to his possession of her. She reviled the old one...The dead old one...His limp cock usless with age, ..shriveled and dead long before his body, with only his cruelty and use of his evil craft keeping her under his control..But this one knew how to please with nothing more than his body, and his lust.

''Cum for me.....cum......Oh baby..cum''.

Her climax was silent in the hospital bed..Only for a shiver, and the sudden gasp from Lilly gave away the prying pleasure rubbed from her finger tips, as she tapped her cunt, and released in silence.
She watched him...longed for the reality of his dreams, and she closed her eyes, the bed silent, quiet, unruffled, her wet fingers resting beneath the sheets as she closed her eyes, and the little smile returned...Her dream beautiful and full of Him, and the expectation of his wet tribute bathing her womb.

IC: Adam Matthews

Sweat. Pain. Exertion. Release. Flesh and pleasure. Woman. He seized the generous swell of buttocks, gripping tightly as he plowed deeper into her more forcefully. Adam rejoiced in the fact that this woman of dream and figment met his intensity and rawness with her own. He loved his wife, but she was fragile, delicate, and he had always had to be careful not to hurt Claire when they made love.

They beat a tempo together as flesh collided into flesh. She was so tight and perfect, all the way back to her womb. Unlike his wife she didn't tell him to stop, didn't tell him to slow down, or back off. He would of course, Adam considered himself a considerate lover, he could be, but at the moment here in this dream with this woman of dreams he could unleash all the control that kept him in check in the waking world.

It didn't seem to matter. This dream woman seemed to rejoice in his ferocity, and match it with ever increasing fervor of her own. Her body rippled against his as she undulated with lithe grace, driving her hips down to be speared by his pounding manhood.

''Don't ever leave me....I'll never let you go lover''

"Yours," His dream self growled as his hands took claim onto heaving breasts and began to squeeze and maul.

The scene shifted wildly, but Adam was past caring about keeping track, about connecting the disjointed dots of the logic of this dream. All he did now as flesh rejoiced within flesh was concentrate on the wild passion that was foreign to him in the waking world.

''Don't stop.....Don't stop.........You have to make me yours beloved!..

Adam felt her contract around him, her clit harden as it ground down against his pelvis. He wanted this to last. He wanted to fuck this dreamwoman, lick her clean, get her wet again and fuck her all over again until they were both hoarse from screaming and unable to walk for days.

"Mine," His lips growled out the miniscule distance to hers, "Yours forever."

''Cum for me.....cum......Oh baby..cum''.

He was a man. She was a woman. Everything was perfect. They climaxed together at the same time.

In the waking world, his body lay still deep within slumber but a wet spot now in the crotch of his pants. Hours later he would awaken, but far from rejuvenated, he would be exhausted, without strength or energy for the rest of the day. For he had just became a victim of a succubus.

For two days Lilly remained in the little white room, engaged fully in her roll as a broken young woman. The talked to her...those creatures in white that looked so kind, and tiptoed around the subject of how she'd come to be in the house. No one was to push her..To ask too many questions..Add pressure to a mind that was already strained and still wildly afraid..especially of men.

It hadn't taken them long to realize her memory was more than affected..it was practically none existent. The basic functions such as eating , speaking, knowing how to dress, ...how to conceal a bruised body beneath a thin sheet out of shame, were all Lilly had...But a name, an age, where she'd come from...how the old man had found her...those memories were untappable. When they, in the white starched coats tried to pry, she fretted..cried, ...pleaded to be left alone...So they brought in an kind faced, middle aged gentleman, who wore a hand knitted dark blue sweater, and round framed glasses, and introduced himself as Dr. Robert Barker..''Bob'' to his patients..He was a psychologist, and on the third day sat with her for almost two hours talking about how he was going to help her..Guide her memory's back, to where Lilly would be complete, and the authorities would perhaps help her get home..They wanted to take her picture, put it on the Missing Persons data base, but Lilly almost hurled herself into the tiny bathroom off her room and screamed....They were all men...All men 'helping' her. By day four, she was hungry again ...needy...perplexed and agitated..Dr.Bob was pissing her off with his mumbo jumbo about trusting him...She hated him..Hated the smell of fabric softener on yet another hand knitted sweater...Burgundy this time...His sagging chin made him look almost like some great slug, with bulging eyes behind his wired glasses. His voice irritated her, and Lilly felt ill..Her body craved...It could taste Him..Him that had left her inner body bruised and sated, ....fucked and replenished..

''Where's Adam..''?

They had told her his name was Adam...One of the gentle nurses with soft hands, who bathed Lilly on the first night...

''Who's Adam''?

And Bob sat forward. She was asking for a man..That intrigued him..Lilly looked at him, her eyes sad, her face pale, her soul foul with temper.....

''the officer that......looked after me.''

Her voice was so quiet.....drained of emotion....but her heart screamed out to Dr.Bob to get the fuck out of her face, and leave her alone.

''he didn't ask questions.....He was just kind''..

Bob sat back, crossing one knee over the other, studying Lilly carefully.. He could understand her not liking to talk about what had happened..What woman wanted to talk about the abuse that was detailed in her files...It was a noted fact too that victims often found themselves attached to the one that had 'rescued' them..That a bond was formed, that was unshakable..He smiled at her gently, and nodded in understanding.

''Would you like to see him again ?.''

Her eyes lit up..Lilly tugged the sheet to her chin, and nodded..The physical wounds were healing...Bob noted the bruising to her eye was now a greenish shadow, but even with the discoloration it didn't steal from just how beautiful she was..It was hard to define her exact age..24, to maybe 26, 27. But she was exquisite. Such a tragedy that some old sick bastard had taken the smile away from her face, leaving behind the constant nervous glances from him, to her hands, to flicker around the room at every sound she heard outside.

''Uh huh.....To say thank you..Please''.

He promised the nameless young woman, that he would personally place the call. He wasn't sure if the officer in question had called back over the last days while she rested.., ...but it was a beginning that she trusted at least one man enough to want to see him..

''When can I go home''?

''Home?...Can you tell me where your home is''?

''No....''

And she looked away, her eyes brimming over...The sun was bright , flickering through the blinds on the window, as she thought of Him..Soon...Soon, He would come.. He had to. She was his, even if he didn't know it.........And he was hers.!

''I have no where to go''

''Maybe friends..?...''

And she looked back at Dr. Bob, and his rotund shape, and despised him even more...Her eyes closed, ...tears lingered on the curl of her lashes, and she whispered almost embarrassed by her admission, while inside, beneath the mask of shame, her soul smiled and felt its need pulse greedily for the Adam of the dream.

''I know no one......Just Adam''

IC: Adam Matthews

Adam had awakened that morning and gone back to the station with the poor woman still asleep in her hospital bed. His memory flashing back to that incredible erotic dream he had experienced. It was strange. He normally couldn't remember most dreams he had once he woke up. This one though he remembered each and every exquisite detail as if it had happened in reality. He looked on her sleeping peacefully. Memories of the dream of her unmarred by the bruises that sick perverted old bastard had given her being thrust into and thrusting back. His cheeks blushed and a surge of shame came over him.

This woman was a traumatised poor victim of obvious sexual assault, he was a police officer not some spanish lothario like Don Jaun or some hormone addled college kid who could only think of getting in every woman's pants, and above all he was a happily married man. How was he ever going to look Claire in the eye again if he couldn't get this adolescent wet dream out of his head.

"It was just a dream," He told himself, "It didn't mean anything. I still love Claire."

He left the hospital ashamed. On the way to the station he felt exhausted, sick, lightheaded. His Sargeant had taken one look at him and told him to take the day off. So he returned home laid down on the couch after downing a cold pill from the medicine cabinet and fell asleep again. He didn't dream of her this time and was shocked to find himself both feeling relieved and dissapointed at the same time about that.

He awoke when Claire came home from her job in the clerk's office.

"Hey honey," She called putting a bag of groceries down on kitchen the table, "You're home early, is everything alright?"

Groggily he answered, "I think I caught something." He crossed the hall into the kitchen

"Oh, poor baby," She said she pulled a can out of the bag, "I've got just the thing for you, good old chicken noodle."

A fresh wave of guilt and shame struck home then as he looked at the aluminum can in her hand. He watched as she set about opening the can and pouring its contents into a bowl. They had been highschool sweethearts, in fact Claire was his first woman ever. There was a time when he was going to the academy when they had seen other people but they had drawn back together soon after he graduated. "Have I told you I love you in a while?"

After putting the bowl in the microwave she grinned over her shoulder at him. "Last week, but you could stand to do it more often."

"I will," He said sincerely.

"Have you given any thought about what we talked about last weekend," She asked putting the steaming bowl in front of him,

He looked away, "A baby...." He pulled a spoon from a drawer and stirred the steaming bowl of soup absently. The notion of becomong a father raised very mixed emotions in him. Part of him wanted to have a son or daughter but being a father was a huge responsibility-one he was not sure he could be that for a little boy or girl. "...Yeah...I need more time."

“I want to be a mother, Adam.”

“And I want to be a father…” He said looking down into the bowl of soup, “…I think…I mean I do…but…it‘s a big step.”

Biting her lip she left then, but stopping in the doorway she looked over her shoulder, “I won’t wait forever.”

That had ended the conversation. He had eaten the soup and had returned to bed. He awoke the next day refreshed and rejuvenated. Whatever had made him feel so beat and sick must’ve been just one of those 24 hour bugs people say is going around. Kissing Claire chastely on the lips he left the house. The feel of her lips against his made the memory of that dream version of the poor victim he had rescued the other day. Guiltily he got into the car and headed to the station.

When he got there he began preparing to run his patrol when his old partner, Ramon Ramirez came by.

“Hey, Matthews, did you hear yet,” He asked, “They classified that death of that bastard that abducted and assaulted the woman you rescued as a homicide.”

“He’s dead?” Adam quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah, and the CSI’s are scratching their heads about it too,” Ramon nodded, “Rebecca…you remember her?”

“You’re back to dating her again,” Adam shook his head, “You have to stop chasing women in the business…it’s bad enough that the assistant DA is your ex-wife, Ramon.”

“ Never mind that,” Ramon growled, he got annoyed when Adam constantly berated him on his love life, “Rebecca told me the CSI’s found that bastard chained to his bed and dried up like a raisin, like he was out in the sun for years before they found him, but according to the Coroner he was only dead for a couple of days, and he apparently suffered from extreme malnutrition atleast several weeks worth even though his fridge downstairs had plenty of food in it.”

“Do they have any idea who did it.”

“The bastard had a whole file in his desk drawer for people who sent him a death threat, the detectives are chasing them down now, but I know for a fact that atleast one of them is suspicious of your damsel in distress.”

“What? Why?”

“There was no sign of forced entry other than yours, Adam. Hers is the only other set of fingerprints they found other than the old man’s. Though from what I heard the fingerprints aren’t on record, neither was there any dental records for her, and she doesn’t really fit any of the descriptions of any of the missing persons reports out there. So she was either kidnapped really young or she doesn’t exist according to any records.” Ramon shook his head, “Doesn’t that sound atleast a little strange?”

“No,” Adam said angrily, “It doesn’t. For fuck’s sake, Ramon, she was locked in a cage.”

“Which is really why they don’t consider her suspect numero uno, yet.”

Adam stormed out then angrily climbing into his patrol car and heading out to his rounds. As usual nothing happened during the patrol, and he returned to the station when the desk sergeant told him he had a message from a Dr. Barker.

He called the number in the message and Dr. Barker answered.

“Officer Matthews,” Barker said, “I’m the trauma counselor assigned to the young woman you rescued the other day. She suffering from acute amnesia and some anxiety problems especially when men are around her. Normally therapy from such an ordeal as she has suffered would take years, but I believe she has associated you with protection and safety. She has even asked for you by name. Given her behavior exhibited towards anyone else, that is a remarkable breakthrough. So, I believe it would be extremely beneficial if you were present during her next session.”

“Just tell me when Doc,” Adam answered, “I’ll do whatever I can for her.”

“Are you free now, Officer?”

“I’m on my way.”

She waited...Sitting quietly in her room, in a chair that was comfortable, if shabby. Lilly sat across from Dr.Bob, he asking questions that included words like 'selective memory loss'...and ' trauma'.. and 'permanent damage'. She nodded where appropriate...making the little sounds required to feign interest.
'He' was coming..The surge of excitement in the pit of her belly made it almost impossible not to snap at Bob and insist he leave. Of course that made no sense. He was required..He had to be there..Had to watch..Had to offer her compassion when Adam arrived....just in case it was to upset Lilly too much.

She was pale...It worried Bob that the still nameless girl's face bore the signs of a stress that Lilly didn't want to talk about.
But her stress was not the stress he believed a victim such as her would suffer..It was the stress of hunger...desire for 'Him'..She needed him soon...Soon or her attentions would stray, and it would all start all over again..The need to find another one..
It would exhaust her..She needed 'Him'..But not only did she need Adam...Lilly wanted him. He had nourished her desires..but he had also fed a hunger that was torturous for her kind. Few men could do that..Few men had the stamina.
His arousal had complimented hers...it had equaled it..He had not been complacient..He had participated with a lust that was .......beautiful.

Her face colored slightly...Bob noticed the flush to her cheeks, and commented on it..Lilly addressed him politely, claiming she was too warm...It was nonsense of course.She wasn't warm...She was on fire.

Dr.Bob's pager blipped, and he checked his message, and looked over the rim of his glasses at Lilly, and smiled.

''He's here..Now are you sure you're comfortable with a visit''?

''yes....of course I am.''

If she had a heart that beat with emotion, it would have ruptured her chest she believed. As it was, her entire body felt alive in a way that almost hurt..

She was famished..Her soul felt drained, her skin felt almost as if it was about to catch alight...It was frightening, but it was thrilling..
Soon..Soon..Soon she would have him again..For now, just being in his presence would have to content her...Content her enough as the plot thickened, and Adam would be made feel responsible and obligated to take Lilly into his life.
Just a corner of it...She didn't need his heart...She just needed his ability to feed her...Sustain her until his time was over, and she would find another.

''I'll stay of course with you...''

''As you wish Bob..I hope I'm not a nuscience........I would hate if he thought that.''

''Now that is nonsense dear...He's under no obligation to be here..I'm sure he's very concerned about your welfare.''

And Lilly lowered her eyes ...Her performance portrayed a shy, embarrassed beautiful young woman, unnerved around men...bar Adam...and of course Dr.Bob. Bob that made her stomach turn.

''Thank you....He must be a very good man''..

And her eyes drifted to the door to her room, as she heard the sounds of footsteps outside...And her fingers tightened their grip on the armrests of her chair...She could smell him..That sweet bodily tang that a man was born with, and identified him from all others..It was heaven to her..'He' was here..Her Adam...The soul she belonged to until he....................................

''He's here''

Her whisper was so sad......afraid.....but her smile was that of a young woman nervously excited.....'He' was here.

IC: Adam Matthews

Adam entered through the hospital doors. The head nurse lead him back to room 114. They knocked and a pudgy man answered the door.

"Ah, you must be Officer Matthews," The man said his double chin wobbling as he spoke, "I'm Dr. Barker. Thank you so much for taking the time to come here. Before you enter may I have a word with you out here first?"

Adam nodded, "Its no problem doc. I'm happy to do whatever it takes to help her. How is she anyway?"

"Physically she is healing, mentally she is avoiding dealing with what has happened to her."

"I think that had to be expected," Adam told him, "After all that bastard must've put her through absolute hell."

Doctor Barker shrugged, "But she has to face it and deal with it if she's going to have any hope of recovering from it. She's suffering from amnesia. X-rays and MRI's show no sign it's caused by any physical trauma, though I understand there were enough anomalies in them that the doctors are considering redoing both, but we're working on the assumption that her memory loss is psychological at the moment."

Adam nodded, "You think she's keeping herself from remembering anything to protect her from remembering what that bastard did to her. What do you want me to do, Doc?"

"She's identified you as someone she can trust, someone she can feel safe with, Officer," Barker continued, "I'd like you to just sit beside her as close as she feels comfortable with. If she'll allow it try and hold her hand while I attempt to jog her memory as far back as she remembers. It could be frightening to her having you there with her I suspect will be an enormous comfort to her, and if I call off any line of questioning or ask you to leave, you must do so without comment."

"I understand," He replied, "Anything else, Doc?"

"Only just to let me do the questioning," He said reaching for the door knob, "You just be here for her for support."

He opened the door and Adam followed him inside the hospital room.

"Look who's here," Doctor Barker told the woman in the hospital bed, "You're friend Officer Matthews has come to pay you a visit."

"Hello," He said to her, "It's good to see you again, and doing better today." The bruises on her was starting to dissolve though they were still swollen. Memories of how different she looked in that dream came to him. Her skin flushed, a sheen of sweat as her body strained to meet his, the clouding of lust in those deep penetrating eyes she had as her body quivered and convulsed around him as they came together.

He took the chair next to the hospital bed as Doctor Barker sat in the chair he had slept in before.

"Now tell me about the first time you saw Officer Matthews. How did you feel hearing his voice beyond the door coming for you?"

As the Doc spoke Adam slowly slid his hand over to hers, careful not to startle her with the contact his fingers slid over his hand struck by the sense of electricity playing across his nerve-endings as his skin made contact with hers. He had his hand over hers, not holding her, but just there, a solid presence to help support her so she could begin answering the Doc's questions.

His hand was warm..beautifully warm, gentle and it almost hurt Lilly to have to resist the temptation to turn her hand over in his and hold it. She closed her eyes as a shiver convulsed her pours, and her jaw twitched..Bob watched her..watched the 'victim' struggle as she adjusted to being touched by Adam. He was foolishly convinced her displeasure was fear...when it was arousal...need. A raw dangerous lust she needed to control..

His question distracted her enough that she looked at him....and then Adam. Lilly's voice was quiet....her expression almost pained as she spoke slowly...her words broken in their earnest conviction in expressing her fear of that day..

''I was afraid..''

She lowered her eyes, looked at her hand beneath Adam's, before closing her eyes , her lovely face saddened as she remembered hearing him for the first time.

'' I was afraid he was like 'him'.''

Her eye lids tightened, brow furrowed a she shook her head, and Lilly's breathing quickened, and her voice trembled.

''I don't want to remember 'him!......Don't make me!''

Looking to Bob, and his bloated body, his kind eyes watchful from his jellied face, and Lilly despised him more, as she whimpered ..

''He was kind to me...not like 'him'..He did nothing only be kind, and I only want to ever remember that''.

She covered her face with her other hand, and wept quietly, her shoulders shaking beneath silent tears...The idiot was driving her mad. She needed Adam..needed what he could give her, and desperately needed Bob to get the fuck out of her head and room. Bob moved in closer, speaking quietly, soothingly..

''Breath deeply dear...You're panicking and you've nothing to be afraid of here.''

She did as she was told, ..convincingly inhaling, her hand then turning beneath Adam's holding it tightly in hers. In and out, in and out...her lungs filled, and head cleared a little...God his hand was so strong, so powerful.....His fingers...Her mind exploded of the imagery's of being touched...of his fingers...of his...............

'' I'm ok......I'm sorry.''

She looked at Adam then, her cheeks flushed with arousal, disguised beneath a shy embarrassment.

''I was never afraid of you after:....You covered me up...and I trusted you.''

Bob looked at her, and then Adam...His eyes focused on expressions, and then looked down at their hands..He sat back slowly, his words probing, but said kindly..

''Can you remember how you got to the house?.....Can you remember if you trusted someone then....If you at first trusted 'him'.''?

She looked at Bob, and glared at him. Her eyes cold, her voice flat as she bit out at Bob.

'' I said, I don't want to remember''.

Then the tears came again, and she sobbed, her hand tightening on Adam's a she looked to him, and begged..

''Tell him to stop.......I don't want to remember ..I don't want to talk about what 'he' did to me....Make him stop''!

IC: Adam Matthews

"Now tell me about the first time you saw Officer Matthews. How did you feel hearing his voice beyond the door coming for you," The Doc asked keeping a watchful gaze on the woman.

She looked up to him then back to adam. she had beautiful dark, deep, and mysterious like the depths of the ocean. If he dove too deep he would be crushed in them. ''I was afraid..'' she said, '' I was afraid he was like 'him'.'' She looked down to where his hand rested over hers.

"I'm not like him, ma'am." Adam could see the surge of bad memories in the way her eyes tightened and his fingers curled to gently cup her hand in his and remind her that he was here with her.

''I don't want to remember 'him!......Don't make me!''

"It's alright," he said softly to her, "He can't hurt you anymore."

In answer to the Doc she whimpered, ''He was kind to me...not like 'him'..He did nothing only be kind, and I only want to ever remember that''. Adam used his other hand to take hers between them tenderly holding it as covered her eyes and shed tears.

The doc came up to them, ''Breath deeply dear...You're panicking and you've nothing to be afraid of here.''

"I'm here, ma'am," Adam nodded squeezing her hand reassuringly, "You're safe here. I won't let any harm come to you."

'' I'm ok......I'm sorry.'' she whispered looking over to him her cheeks flushed shyly, ''I was never afraid of you after:....You covered me up...and I trusted you.''

Adam wasn;t certain what to say by that so he wound up only saying, "It was just my job ma'am."

The the doc said sitting back into his chair, ''Can you remember how you got to the house?.....Can you remember if you trusted someone then....If you at first trusted 'him'.''?

With that her mood shifted to one of defensive hostility, '' I said, I don't want to remember''.

Adam patted her hand soothingly, "You have to try, Ma'am."

Another fit of tears then. ''Tell him to stop.......I don't want to remember ..I don't want to talk about what 'he' did to me....Make him stop''!

Adam wrapped his arms around her holding her gently as tears fell. To the doc he said quietly, "Maybe you should give her a break. Go get some of that awful coffee they have here. I'll just sit here, and let her work her way through this. I swear it, Doc."

Doctor Barker nodded. "I'll give her five minutes, Officer Matthews. Just be here for her." He opened the door and left the room then.

Adam and her were alone then. He held her as she sobbed. a flash of the memory of the her in his dream the other night coming to the forefront of his mind. The passion, the desire, the lust she gloried in a stark contrast to how she was right now.

He was beautiful. She could smell his scent as she rested in against him, and cried. Each sob brought with it an inhaled breath, and Lilly filled her lungs with him. Bob left. God but he was ...empty. A bloated waist of a man, ambling out the door with no soul in his steps, no life in his existence...And they were left alone.

Alone meant nothing..and meant everything. Along meant she could fill her mind with him, and fill his mind with her poisonous temptations. Lilly, in a calculated innocent move, pressed the heals of her hands to her eyes to wipe her tears, her face flushed with embarrassment. She looked up at him then, her forehead brushing Adam's chin as she whispered pitifully against the crisp fabric of his shirt collar.

''I can't sleep''..

Her hand returned to his shoulder, only to slip down his arm, to rest on his hand, and she watched how pale her skin was against his. She hated the patience needed. She hated having to subject herself to waiting..Waiting until she could dream her way into his life, or...just take it over.

'' Because if I do, I dream of 'him'..What 'he' did to me''..

Closing her eyes, Lilly counted her slowing breaths as she listened to the comforting beat of Adam's heart. He was perfect. And if he could feed her lust from his sleep, and arouse her by simply remembering him, ....she would be good to him...He would want for nothing. She would be anything he wanted, and feed any desire he had..

''Don't tell him I remember a little more...But I remember everything 'he' did. I remember the first time he.....he..........He called me his 'Angel'....., and then he did things to me.''

She looked up at Adam..moving just enough that he would see her face, as she whispered again to him..

''He beat me, and told me he loved me.''

And then she closed her eyes tightly, as if her mind was full of dread and fear, and Lilly turned her face into Adam's chest and groaned her heart break.

''I can't sleep, but 'he's there..'He' fills my mind, and I can smell him''

Her hand moved back up to Adam's shoulder.....then his cheek..Her lips were soft...warm against his ear lobe as Lilly breathed her toxic breath on a whisper..

''I dreamed of fucking you....I dreamed you used me, ...and made me yours.''

She lay back in his arms, her head against Adam's shoulder, and brought a trembling hand to her face, as if to hide behind in shame.

''He brought in others.....He told me if I didn't let them.......That.....that he'd , ................''

and she sobbed behind her hand, until her body felt as if it were going to explode..She could feel her own arousal wet the sweet succulent lips of her pussy, and Lilly again reached up to Adam's cheek, and pressed her lips to his ear manipulatively..

I tasted you......and you me.......You fucked me and said my name like it was made for your mouth...and then you came.....You came in me, and I could smell the sex and I was yours..You were my Love..

She closed her eyes, and relaxed ..Her head back against his chest, his heart her lullaby, his breathing the rhythm of her own. She saw them both...Clearly entwined, his buttocks tightly tensed as he drove his ...........

''They won't let me go.....let me leave here''

And she touched her fingers to Adam's jaw in such an innocent touch even Lilly felt the effect of its gentleness....When she looked at him, she saw Adam..not just the man she needed...she saw him... He was more beautiful than she'd truly seen.

''I have no where to go......Will you help me....One last time''?

IC: Adam Matthews

Adam continued to hold her trying to emit waves of strength for her to take shelter in through his arms around her. She sobbed rubbing the tears away with the heel of her hands. She nestled into him saying, ''I can't sleep...'' Because if I do, I dream of 'him'..What 'he' did to me''

"Sshh," He said his arms tightening protectively about her, "He can't hurt you anymore."

A moment passed before she murmured, ''Don't tell him I remember a little more...But I remember everything 'he' did. I remember the first time he.....he..........He called me his 'Angel'....., and then he did things to me.''

She shifted giving space enough between him so he could look down into the dark bottomless pools of her eyes. He could get lost within them and never bother to look for the way home.

''He beat me, and told me he loved me.'' Her eyes shut and Adam almost cried out with dissapointment at their loss. She burried her head into his chest and groaned her desolation.

"He didn't know what love was," He told her, "What he did to you had nothing to do with love."

''I can't sleep, but 'he's there..'He' fills my mind, and I can smell him''

"He has no hold on you now," He told her his hand moving up to cup the back of her head. Jesus, she smelled good, like sex and candy and puppies and kittens and butterflies and all the sweetest things in the world combined "You are stronger than he could ever hope to be."

She lifter her head so her face was only a hairsbreadth from his earlobe. Her warm breath was playing over the sensitive flesh there sunlight off icecicles.

''I dreamed of fucking you....I dreamed you used me, ...and made me yours.''

The images of her from that dream thrusting back with relish into his hips as he drove deep to the hilt within her came to the forefront of his brain. Adam blinked shaking his head in confusion. One thing was not confused however. He was rapidly developing a hardon in his pants over it.

Had she actually whispered that or had he imagined that she had?

She shifted again leaning against his shoulder dependant on him to keep her from falling out of the hospital bed right there. ''He brought in others.....He told me if I didn't let them.......That.....that he'd , ................''

"Others," He asked leadingly. Maybe one of these others were the killer.

Rather than continuing she began to cry again and Adam dutifully tabled the question. Her recovery was more important than finding the killer of a man that deserved it if not worse for what he had done to this woman.

She nuzzled into the side of his face her breath playing a teasing caress over his earlobe again.

I tasted you......and you me.......You fucked me and said my name like it was made for your mouth...and then you came.....You came in me, and I could smell the sex and I was yours..You were my Love...

Again? Was he letting that dream of her play upon his perceptions now?

She leaned against him and silence reigned between them.

''They won't let me go.....let me leave here''

"Go," He asked liking the way she touched her fingers against his jaw, "Where would you go? You don't remember where your home is, right? You can't even remember your name right now. You've been through alot. This place can help you. The doc can help you. He wants to help you, you know?"

''I have no where to go......Will you help me....One last time?"

Adam looked down into the dark, deep eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

What did she want him to do? Her mind was a cold calculating thing, as she looked at Adam, her fingers clenching on the sleeve of his shirt as she baited his conscience with innocence , in her lowering of her lashes, concealing her nature in an act of coyness.
What did she want him to do? She had only need for him..His lovemaking..his raw sexuality..his seed, ...his heaving body as he .............
She had the need for what she'd experienced with him in a dream, that was not a dream at all...But she needed more than that graphic fantasy,..of that taste of what reality might be like..She needed that reality.

But he had a wife..

A buzzard.

Lilly looked at Adam again, just thought to herself in a moment of ultimate honesty 'God he is beautiful'..She moved a little from him, in a further attempt in coyness....bashfully aware of their closeness, Lilly placed enough space between them to be decent....but still close enough to feel how his very aura engulfed her hunger and tempted her.

'' Will you help me, find a place of my own?''

She had nothing that she could call her own. With no name, she had no money, no history, no future only what ever future Adam gave her. She needed him..For survival.
The old one with his incantations from that book had paralyzed her..In this world, all she had was herself...and Adam.

''...And name me?. …''

She looked toward the door, least Bob come back, and then she shifted on the bed, got to her knees facing him. The hospital gown on her was sedate, modest, asexual and plain. The back was functional, with its two paper ties keeping the flesh exposing sides drawn together , with only scanting glimpses of her skin....pale, translucent soft skin beneath the power blue paper, and reminded him again..

''I have no one...only you.''

She took his hands in hers, and held them engulfed in hers, clutching them to her breast, her eyes steady on his, her face pale, beautiful, beguiling, as her thoughts coiled with his.

EGO sino meus diligo pro volo vestrum. (I suffer my love for the want of you.)

''Please.....If I have someone that they trust, they'll allow me leave ….''

She shifted on her knees closer, her appeal heart felt in reality, …..and tainted by her own need for self preservation and to explore her poisoned love.

EGO diligo vos. Mos satio vestri ieiunium. quod planto vestri somnium mei. (I love you...Will sate your hunger, and make your dreams mine)

''and I can come back every day....to see Bob. But I think I'll go mad here if I have to stay...They keep reminding me....keep asking me about....about...'''

And she began to cry..Great tears of sorrow and dread at remembering what she had in fact embraced and feasted on..She lowered her head, sat back on her heals, and clenched her fingers tightly around Adam's and pleaded as she trembled on each sob. She didn't care how he'd do it.......only that he did. She was hungry...in pain from a hunger that started within her soul, and dug its clawing appetite into every pour of her body as her core felt the burn of a lust restrained ..

''Please....Please make them see...Don't leave me here.....Please.....Please.''

IC: Adam Matthews

Adam looked down into the dark, deep eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

Coyly she leaned back putting distance between them making Adam miss the contact of her against him terribly. '' Will you help me, find a place of my own?''

His brow wrinkled. "But you might have a place already. Someone might be missing you: A husband, a mother, a sister maybe." He turned his head to the door, "The doc can help you remember them. I know you can only remember what he did to you, but he can't hurt you anymore and I'm certain the doc can help you here if you give him a chance." His hand moved consolingly to her shoulder and he lowered so they were eye to eye. "I promise I'll be here for you too. We'll give you whatever you need to get through this."

''...And name me?. …''

"You want me to give you a name," He said testing out the concept on his tongue. "But you have a name. You just can't remember it right now. Shouldn't someone else-"

She got on her knees on the bed as if pleading for him. ''I have no one...only you.''

"But I'm not any good with-"

She took his hands in hers and pulled them to her generous breasts. It made Adam feel uncomfortable like he was crossing a line, violating something for he made no move to drag his hands away. In fact his fingers curled cupping them in his palms. He could feel her heart beating. His pace quickened along with it.

EGO sino meus diligo pro volo vestrum.

He shook his head as the foreign words bubbled to the top of his brain, and somehow he knew what the words meant though he'd never heard the language before in his life. (I suffer my love for the want of you.)

''Please.....If I have someone that they trust, they'll allow me leave ….''

He looked into her eyes and could see this was something she wanted, needed, desperately. Adam wanted to help her, but..."I don't know."

She leaned in closer, eyes imploring him. EGO diligo vos. Mos satio vestri ieiunium. quod planto vestri somnium mei. (I love you...Will sate your hunger, and make your dreams mine)

He shook his head uncertain where these words were coming from.

''and I can come back every day....to see Bob. But I think I'll go mad here if I have to stay...They keep reminding me....keep asking me about....about...'' She began to cry and Adam took her in his arms rocking her.

"You need normalness," He supplied helpfully into the dark locks of her hair. She smelled good.

''Please....Please make them see...Don't leave me here.....Please.....Please.''

The door opened and Doctor Barker stepped back into the room lifting a cup of coffee up to his lips. He winced as he tasted the sludge the passed as coffee in the hospital. "Officer," He said placing the cup on a nearby table.

"Doc," Adam replied pulling his arms from around her and giving some more distance between him and her, "She says she doesn't want to stay here."

"I'm afraid I don't think that would be wise."

"C'mon Doc," He said rising up to stand between her and him, "This hospital is just another cage to her. How is she supposed to heal or remember who she is when she still feels like an animal."

"Officer do you feel you are maintaining a healthy sense of objectivity towards my patient?"

Adam looked back on her pursing his lips. "No, but so what?" He looked back at the doctor. "I have a guest room at my place we can set her up there and I can take her to see you everyday. I'll handle any of her meds. I'll do whatever it takes to get her back on her feet, I swear it."

"She's very pretty isn't she, and you are her knight in shining armor," The doctor doctor stated calmly, "My, it must feel wonderful to be seen as someone's superhero. Yes, I'd think it would do wonders to boost your sense of self-worth, and just imagine what she might do to show her grattitude to her savior."

"Hey," He leveled a finger angrily at him, "It's not that. I'm not a pervert like the bastard that did this to her. You're dead wrong, Doc."

"Very well," Doctor Barker retook the cup and lifted it back to his lips. He took another sip and grimaced as he forced himself to swallow, "Did you clear this plan with your wife, Mr. Matthews?" He pointed to the gold band on the finger of his hand.

Adam blinked askance. "Claire? Well I-"

"What about your supervisor at the station?" He dropped the half-empty cup of coffee into the waste-basket. "Your plan would have you serving as her nurse and shuttling her everyday here to see me when it would be much more convenient to leave her here and do what we can to make her more comfortable here. To make it less like another cage as you called it."

"I-I have some days off coming, I could-"

"Officer," the Doc said placing a hand on the doorhandle. "Go home. Go back to your patrols. Go back to protecting and serving. Your assistance with my patient is no longer required." He turned the door knob and pulled open the door for him. "She needs to learn to stand on her own if she is to heal past this trauma. She doesn't need a superhero to stand in her way."

Hanging his head low Adam nodded. He stepped through the door without looking back at her. he couldn't bring himself to do it. He left the hospital then heading for his home never to see the woman again.

Fucking Bob!....She wanted him shredded and torn asunder, while alive and be made watch as his limbs were shorn from their sockets, and.............
To dream of his tortured death was the climax to her anticlimax. Lilly spent the first night alone, counting her breaths as she turned and twisted in bed. How could she sleep?..She was ravenous, .....parched....and denied. She missed Adam..Missed him! He'd never touched her...never laid with her....never................

...and yet he was all that her conscious and subconscious could think of. One dream...one vision of ecstasy, and Adam had earned her..He didn't even know it...but he owned her. Until a final breath was drawn...she was his. Doomed...destined....faithed to be.....his.

The second night, they sedated her..She'd not slept...couldn't ...had lost the ability to sooth herself , such was her hunger. She didn't resist as they offered her the little white pill and glass of water.
Bob had been the recipient of dead silence ..He had sat with her for the majority of the days, asking his questions....asking questions that had nothing to do with Him...asking questions that had nothing to do with Bob!..How dare he ask of Adam..She never looked at him...She withdrew into herself and inwardly grieved the loss. She pinned..Stared blankly ahead...Dead outside...plotting on the inside.
Soon...Soon she would be out. Soon Adam would come..Soon.

She just had to make it happen.

The fourth night as the hospital slept, ....she rose..the sedative beneath her pillow was taken and dropped in the toilet, and Lilly left her room. Down the hall she quietly walked past all the other rooms,...past the drowsing security guard....She was beautifully vacent of expression...stunningly vivid as the light trapped the silhouette of her nude self beneath yet another paper gown.

They saw her then.
Two male night nurses , sipping coffee behind the duty counter, and stared after Lilly as she turned back, ...her scent lustfully heavy on the air,, as she moved silently back towards her room.

Her bed was cold when she slipped beneath the sheets. And she lay there on her stomach, with her pillow tucked beneath her chin...and just waited.

They came in quietly. Her scent had drawn them...They whispered...What if they were caught...What if ....what if..One of them said she was the one that had been used..He didn't say abused..but used. That some old bastard had kept her for himself, ...had done what ever he'd wanted to her..''She was used to it..Must have liked it....Her head was fucked up now. No one would believe her.''

They used her..Goaded each other on...One held her face down in the pillow while the other fucked Lilly so hard she could smell her own blood as he violated her with such roughness that he tore her..He was brutal..His fingers bit her hips as he pulled her ass up right, forcing her thighs further apart, his balls smacking her as he panted and groaned like some animal. Her scent had inflamed in him the basic instinct to conquer..to claim..to find his own release and pump in and out of her cunt as hard as his hips could drive him..The brutal force had her climaxing hard..silently..unmoving....but climaxing hard , his cock slipping wetly in and out...in and out of her as he took what he wanted from her. He grunted as he came, and tore the paper gown open , exposing her back entirely..He leaned down and licked the hollow of her back, then bit her..A nice little bite as he pulled out of her, and she heard him rezip his fly.
The other then took his turn..

He stretched her ass with his two thumbs, as the other held her shoulders down. At one point she thought she would smother..The bed creaked as he knelt on the end, and fed his cock past the tight band of her sphincter, and groaned as her tight hole engulfed his thickness. '' God she's fucking tight''...The other chuckled, and leaned in again to Lilly's right shoulder and bit it..He liked biting..He bit her twice more as the other reamed her ass, ...she silent, but feasting on the hunger that had needed filling..It took the edge off her pain..She needed Adam..He was hers...These two were just.......nourishment.

The dribble of cum tickled between her thighs, as the final grunt of release blew from the second ones mouth..He panted heavily, as the first one whispered in her ear quietly..'' We're friends now..ok?...You me, and J.J. Tomorrow night we....''

''What the fuck?''!

Bob..Bob was standing in the door way, watching the second one do up his fly. She knew he'd come..Knew his nature would draw him to her even this late, to see she was ok. He'd come each night since he'd banished Adam..Each night just to spend a second looking in, before his conscience allowed him to go home.
The spluttering started....then the threats..They went towards Bob, ..but for his size he was quick..He backed out and hit the emergency alarm in the hall with his fist, and the two panicked..
They ran...but with the emergency alarm ringing, the automated security doors locked down.. In Lilly's room, Bob locked her door with his security card, before he came to her, and stood over her looking at her....at what had been done to her..It was sickening...The trail of wetness glazed the sheet between her thighs, ..and the diluted blood looked like some shocking stain on the stain.
He moved to his patient..to where she could see him..She was totally disconnected..Totally unresponsive as he spoke to her. She was in shock..or so he thought..But Lilly was almost high.

''It's ok....They've no where to go''

He squatted down by her shoulder and cocked his head to one side watching her..

''Can you hear me''?

Gently he stroked her hair, and Bob whispered to her gently..

''I'm so sorry....So sorry. This should never have happened''

She should have been safe here...She should have been safe with people that were supposed to care for her..How in Gods name did two staff think they'd get away with abusing a patient?. He rested on one knee waiting for the on call doctor to come attend her. He lowered his head in disgust. She'd not spoken in days....still said nothing....Nothing....It was like she was catatonic..Jesus...................

''I should have let you go with him...with Officer Mathews''

A knock on the door distracted Bob. He rose..Looked at her nudity, and was about to cover her up with the sheet....He couldn't. A rape kit would be needed...and he couldn't contaminate her with the fabric of the sheet. Bob opened the door a fraction after the doctor and security guard announced themselves. The whispered to Bob as he opened the door..''they've been caught..Didn't make it to the first floor. Jesus what happened''?

''We need to get the police...''

And the doctor nodded as he approached Lilly..Still completely lost in herself..Apparently in some psychotic daze, as the security guard rushed on back down the hall way, past the dazed guard that had slept through the entire event.., to put in the call to the police..It was bad..A patient being raped on a mental health wing. Real bad.

IC: Adam Matthews

It had been four days since Doctor Barker had made Adam leave the hospital never to see the poor woman he rescued again. In that time he had tried to get on with the normal routines of his life. He went to work, drove his patrol in the quiet side of town, talked and drank with his friends from the station like Ramirez at the bar just outside the station before heading home to his wife. But somehow no matter how much he went through the motions of living his life he couldn't keep his mind off the woman he had rescued. No, he couldn't keep his mind off the woman from his dream.

It was really starting to irritate him, making him restless, cranky. Claire was starting to notice his sour mood too. She was a little worried over him. The previous evening she had wanted to make love, but when Adam started imagining Claire as the woman from his dreams he stopped it blaming a headache. He just couldn't do that to his wife.

So when the Doc called him the morning of the fifth day Adam was livid when he had heard what had happened to the poor woman, but also elated that the incident had convinced Doctor Barker to accept Adam's idea of keeping the woman in his spare bedroom.

His captain had granted him the leave and then he set out to convince Claire to accept this woman into their home. She was a bit upset at how he had already agreed to it without consulting her, but when Doctor Barker arrived with unresponsive woman his wife was nothing but a gracious host.

After settling her in the doc told him what medicine to give her, tips to care for her and his number should anything go wrong.

Now it was evening and Claire was making some soup for her in the microwave leaving Adam alone with her. She still hadn't moved, or acted like anything more than a mannequin. He looked down straightening her hair remembering how it rocked and swayed with the motions of their bodies in that dream. He sat down on the bed beside her. His hand rested over hers. His thumb rubbed the soft part between hers and her forefinger.

"Please," He whispered to her, "No one will hurt you anymore. Not while you are in my home. You are safe. Please, wake up." His lips hovered over hers, but he stopped himself from kissing her like prince charming did for Snow White.

The feel of his breath on her lips was a temptation that hurt and delighted Lilly. She loved the pain of longing..Loved the agony of the game and the hunt. When the time would be right, the release would be worth the wait, and the fucked gift of his elixir would spurt into her womb, smearing the soft clinging walls of her sex in gratification.

Soon..It would happen soon.

His breath..The small pleasure of his breath stung and taunted Lilly. Her mind was full of the images of his body engulfing hers, pinning her down.,her body then in invitation to his pleasure..Her stance salacious as she squatted over him and .............

Oh dear god if his breath on her lips, filling her taste buds, could do this, then what would his real touch to her body do? Better than her dream sync with him. Better than the imaginings that haunted her sleep, and plotted in her waking hours. Lust bubbled in her belly tightly..Her emotionally detached heart beat quicker in hunger, as Lilly's body responded to his scent.

She did not waken...although her eyes did stare ahead unseeing..His breath...Oh his breath milked her of control, and she grew wet...The heat of his hand covering hers scorching hot on her soft flesh. The promise of his pleasure was almost as great as the pleasure that will come..The pain in having to wait was a sublime agony, and her mind prayed to Adam for understanding.

''Iustus a vestigium in vestri somes , EGO mos licentia ex meus lingua ,
ut est desiderium ut lacrimo madidus per thy sperma.
Ex meus diligo EGO esurio bibo.
In vestri viscus EGO cupio subsido.
Pro vestri animus EGO have seen , quod mos vindicatum.


Then her eyes flickered to his..Briefly the pupils dilated, and her breathing quivered, as she parted her lips a breath from his.
He had come for her...He had come. The deep hue of her eyes moistened , and a little sound of weak release escaped her lips, just as her lips almost touched his.
Then she heard a noise. A dish dropped...broken...His wife. In the distance being all wifely and dutiful in the kitchen.
Bitch. Bitch to Bob's lumbering bastard.
Soon..Soon she too would have to know her place in this house now Lilly was here..or go.
Adam was Lilly's..

And Lilly didn't share.

The light flickered from her eyes and her focus left Adam's. Her heart raged silently in the fury of frustration..Bitch.
Lilly looked so pale, ..unearthly beautiful as she lay silently, and unresponsive again.
Soon. If she didn't have him soon....she'd die inside...Die of misery..die of the pain of needing him...only him..Others could sustain her for a while.........but she needed Adam.

Bitch..Wifely wives made her sick to her stomach. There was no place for a wife in his life now Lilly was here.
Did she fuck him like he'd fucked Lilly..like Lilly had fucked him in their dream? Did she lay on her back complacently and sweat as he worked her on his own, or did she fuck him back?

Bitch.



Translation**Just a mark on your body, I will leave from my tongue,
**that is longing to drip wet with thy seed..
**from my lover I yearn to drink
**Into your flesh I long to sink..
**For your soul I have seen, and will claim.**

IC: Adam Matthews

Adam hung there his lips millimeters from hers. Her eyes were open staring up blankly at him. They were deep dark pools, undisturved and placid, a wonderland frozen in time. Her face was beautiful. The bruises from that perverted bastard were beginning to fade now after the careful attentions of the doctors at the hospital.

Just a few millimeters seperating them. Just a few...What was he doing?

He breathed out in a sigh. This was wrong. He should-

Then her eyes moved, focused slightly. Her lips parted, beautiful ruby red. It was working.

**Just a mark on your body, I will leave from my tongue,
**that is longing to drip wet with thy seed..
**from my lover I yearn to drink
**Into your flesh I long to sink..
**For your soul I have seen, and will claim.**

Adam shook himself as the whispered words flittered through his mind like the wind through his fingers.

The sound of a dish crashing onto the floor from the doorway. Claire stood there over the spilt soup gaping at the tableau of Adam hovering over the unconscious woman. Their lips just millimeters from a kiss.

“What are you doing,” She hissed.

“I can explain,” He protested, “I thought I could wake her up by…”

“By kissing her, Adam,” Claire rolled her eyes, “Just what’s going on here? What do want from her?”

“Nothing,” Adam said defensively, “I just saved her life and want her to get better. It’s nothing at all…really.”

“Nothing at all,” Claire said angrily, “You were kissing her.”

“I didn’t actually kiss her.”

“Oh that makes me feel a whole lot better, Adam,” Claire growled, “My own husband was going to kiss another woman but didn’t have the guts to actually do it.”

“Come on, hun,” Adam said placing his hand on her shoulder to settle her down, “You’re my wife. You’re the one I love.”

Claire’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t press the issue. Worse, she turned around saying flatly. “Clean up the mess. I’ll fetch another bowl for your damsel in distress.”

Adam watched her leave back to the kitchen. Now he was in for it, wasn’t he? That was how she handled disapointment. He had somehow hurt his wife’s feelings. He’d make it up to her, later, after she cooled off.

So Adam bent down and began to pick up the pieces of the shattered bowl. He left and returned with a wet rag to clean off the floor. By then Claire had returned and set the bowl beside the bed.

“Go take out the trash, Adam,” She ordered, “I’ll take care of feeding our new houseguest.”

Adam didn’t want to leave, but did as she wanted, letting her handle the job of feeding the woman he had rescued.. The day progressed slowly and with a palpable tension between himself and Claire. Supper was the worst awkward silence Adam had endured since the first time she had taken him to meet her parents.

Finally night fell, and Claire was in the bathroom preparing for bed. Adam slipped into the guest bedroom to check on the still comatose woman. She looked so still, and pale. Adam worried if she was getting enough nourishment. But the skin was smooth and flawless, despite the fading bruises.

He took a hand and ran his fingertips from hers up her arm getting a tingling shooting up from his arm and down to stiffen his groin. The blanket was tucked tight over her breasts, accentuating the shape. His hand ached to reach out and caress them. His mind flashed back to that dream, and god help him part of him wanted to make that into a reality right there and then even as Claire was in the other room brushing her teeth.

He wanted it so bad it frightened him. His erection hadn’t subsided. In fact it was rampant and insistent. If he listened to it now he’d….no.

He staggered back until he backed into the door. He needed a cold shower. He needed a hundred cold showers right now. He returned to their bedroom to find his wife rolled over on her side of the bed.

“Gone to see her again,” She asked as he slipped into the bed.

“Claire,” He said imploringly. His erection wasn’t dying down, and was a constant reminder of his frustration.

“Don’t,” She said, “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

This spurred Adam to take action. His hand landed on her shoulder and he rolled her over to face him.

“I love you,” He said simply. Before she could say anything he kissed her hoping the action by itself would be enough to convince his wife just what he felt about her.