In the grasp of a Demon

RotheAllure

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Cold. Why was it always so cold. Shivering, she struggles to pull a blanket over her barely covered body. But wait, her arms are restrained. Eyes widening, panic taking over, shaking, shuddering thru her body. Why were her arms restrained??

She pulls, twists, arching her back, but her wrists, and ankles, her ankles too?? Remain tightly bound. She was trapped, trapped on this bed, where? Where was she??

Blinking, she focuses on looking around. The room is bare, an eggshell color. God she hated white rooms. No window, a paritally open door reveals a bathroom, or was it a closet? It was dark in there, she couldn't tell.

"Let me GO!!!!!"

Her voice yells, bouncing off the stark walls. It sounded almost, foreign to her, hoarse, weak. From... from screaming. Yes, from screaming.

The memory came crashing back into her mind. She had tried to forget, tried to block it out. What had she been doing? Praying? Yes praying. For help. For something. She couldn't remember what, but that didn't matter anymore. She had been praying, of that much she was sure.

And He came.

He was every horror movie depiction of a Demon come to life, with leathery wings and blood dripping fangs, razored talons and eyes as red as the depths of hell itself. It was those eyes she remembered, vividly. She could not stop screaming, for help, for mercy, for salvation.

She had been seeing Him in her dreams, her nightmares, for years. No one would believe her. Not her Aunt and Uncle with whom she lived with. Her parents were long since dead, it had been called a murder/suicide. She knew better. He had killed them. But no one would believe the traumatized child. Not the Doctor she spoke to several times a week. No one would believe her.

"She's getting worse" were the whispered comments of her Aunt.

"You may want to think about hospitilization" came the answer from the Doctor.

They would not believe that He had returned.

To kill her.

In her terror to save herself, and her soul, she had tried to rip open her own wrists.


As the memory hit her, she stared at those bound wrists. Indeed both were bandaged. She had failed.

"no... NOOOOOOO"

Her scream echoed into the deserted, dark, hallway.

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Lure

19 years old

Orphaned when she was 10, living the last 9 years with her Aunt and Uncle. Has tried to commit suicide on several occassions, this last one being the worse. She almosts succeeded, if it were not for her younger cousin finding her and calling for help.

She is haunted by images of a Demon, who killed her parents and seeks to possess her.

Long deep red hair and dark eyes.

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CLOSED for AGothicLust and Myself
 
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"no... NOOOOOOO"

"Now, now Miss Roberts... you really MUST keep it down... screaming will only upset you further, and worsen your already very traumatized and aggitated state...," the meloncholy... monotone voice seemed to turn the corner into Lure's room before its speaker had...

A tall pale skinned man entered the room... he was young... and handsome. Dark, semi-spikey worn atop his head casually... a pair of rimless small circular glasses hanging on the middle of his dignified nose. His eyes were smoldering... a dark brown that seemed to move as only something of the darkest pitch can trick you to thinking so.

He worke a long doctor's coat.. or at least it looked like he was a Dr. He had a stethescope around his neck and everything. Holding her chart... he placed it in a slot that was fastened to the end of her bed.... after finnally coming in and shutting both the outside door and the "other" door... wich Lure was STILL not sure of what was held inside.

He pulled a rather large sterile chair up against the bed... and sat on it the reverse way...appearing more "endearing" or at least trying to...as if he was a friend...

"Welcome to our facility Lure... i am Dr. Holden... ill be overseeing your... progress on your way to being..... well." He smiled at her.... an attractive grin hiding a secret...
 
Those wild eyes focused on the approaching Doctor.

He looked like a Doctor. White coat, those wire glasses, handsome, knowledgable, a name tag depicting that exact name *Dr. Holden*, stethescope, all Doctors had stethescopes, right??? He was calm, and quiet, in control. Doctors were supposed to be in control, right??? They had to be, to heal people, right??? Doctors were to be trusted, would help her, not hurt her. Right???

Then why, when she looked into the eyes of this particular Doctor, did she feel so very cold, again. His eyes were dark, as if cloaked in shadows, as if hiding something from her. Lure stared at Him, unable to tear her eyes away from His, as if searching, or maybe trying to see beyond the shroud that clouded His eyes.

"Welcome to our facility Lure... i am Dr. Holden... ill be overseeing your... progress on your way to being..... well."

"Doctor HHHolden" she repeated back. "Where, where am I?"

But she already knew the answer to that. Her failed suicide attempt had placed her in the psychiatric ward of a hospital, the one place she did not wish to be. She was trapped here. If He came after her, she would have no place to go. It was as good as being entangled in His web. Unless, maybe, He did not know she were there. Maybe???

But as her eyes stared into the Doctor's eyes, she suddenly realized, He had her placed here. It took only that one barest glimpse of blood red in those eyes that told her that Doctor Holden was more than just that distinguished Doctor He portrayed Himself to be.

"No.. wait.. NO" Her voice began to rise, just as a knock on the outer door broke her near terror.

"Lure? Doctor? It's me, Blair, Aunt Blair. Can I come in?"

Tears fell from Lure's eyes as she recognized her Aunt's voice. But she already knew, her Aunt would never believe her, she was not even sure if she believed herself. Was she seeing something in the Doctor's eyes born of her fear and nothing more?
 
"Miss Roberts...it would appear you have company..how nice..." Dr. Holden placed an arm around her aunt and helped her to the bedside...

Her Aunt was always a joyous woman, full of energy and spirit...and life... but the happiness drained from her face at the sight of Lure bound to that hospital bed...

"Oh honey... are you alright?, you have everyone worried sick. Are they treating you ok? Is there anything you wanna talk to me about?"

"Its curious... but who did you get here?" Holden asked

"W-what? what do you mean? I drove," Aunt Blair replied...

"No no, you dont understand... i was curious how you got to be in this hallway... just outside this room...you see, while its perfectly ok for today, being as how you didnt know any better... normally and from here on... all of Miss Robert's visitors must make arrangements through the front office and meet her withen the facilities' meeting room...a very comfortable lobby with refreshments and music," he smiled... an attractive grin.

"Oh im..t-terribly sorry...i will...next time i promise i will," turning her attention back to Lure... Lure's Aunt could not beleive the state of her relative...

"Your neice has been treated excellently mam..i assure you, unfortunately, however...her condition does not seem to be improving..while she has only been here a little while...she...well...i think its best we talk in private...dont you?"

Befuddled... Blair nodded absentmindly...unable to look away from the Dr.'s Handsome face...with a that friendly arm around her..he again escorted Lure's Aunt. Soon the two were outside...giving all manner of looks to their patient.

Lure's Aunt looked miserable.
 
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"No, NO, Aunt Blair!! Help me, please! HELP ME!" Lure pleaded as the Doctor, with a gentle touch to her arm, leads her out of the room.

"Help ME!!"

But that was why she was here, right? She needed help. Desperately needed help!! That cool touch of chill slithered over her once again, as if creeping over the bed from a crack in the wall. She could not get the Doctor's eyes out of her mind. Those eyes, she had seen those eyes, so many times before. In her dreams, in her nightmares. Was this just another nightmare??

Her head fell to the side, as if she had given up trying to look forward, which for her, given the position she was in, only meant looking upwards, her gaze focusing on her Aunt and the good............... good??............... Doctor just outside her door. Her Aunt kept glancing in at Lure, then down to the floor, shaking her head sadly.

What was He telling her???

"PPPPPlease" she cried, tears springing to her eyes, drifting slowly down her cheeks. She pulling on the restraints, unable to free herself. "ppplease" she again begged "If He comes for me here, He will get me, He will GET ME!! PLEASE AUNT BLAIR, DON'T LET HIM GET ME LIKE HE DID MOM AND DAD!! PPPLEASE HELP ME"

When the Doctor looked into the room, those eyes, those cold eyes, boring into her, she thought she could hear Him laugh.
 
The laughter seemed to drown out everything...a numbing echo... a blast of silence and inaudible scream.... all sound seemed to bleed away untill Lure was only accompanied by the beating of her own heart...

Aunt Blair nodded...constantly, during the course of their conversation. The dominant Dr. Holden with a hand on her shoulder... telling her a great many things, all of wich were secret to the poor mental patient, imprisoned in the room just to their left and right...

As if reinforcing something the Dr. told her... Lure's screams sank deep into her Aunt's mind... and she looked lost... beaten as the girl cried out for help. As if her pleas were a cue...and were expected... The woman who had cared for Lure for so long... turned on her heels and with a few more words of encouragement from Dr. Holden, left down the hall...pressumebly on her way out of the hospital.

The doctor watched her leave...

Then turned his eyes on Lure.

He entered the room with a confident, almost victorious stride..shutting and locking the door behind him. He again pulled up the seat...

"Now....WHERE were we Miss Roberts?" He wore a proud, dark grin.
 
The laughter was maddening, the sound bouncing off the walls, echoing, couldn't anyone else hear it?? Or was it only in her mind, careening around the creeks and valleys of her consciousness??

Despairingly, she watched as her Aunt turned away from her, and slowly, so very slowly, walked down the hall.

"NO, NO, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE" Lure screamed at the very top of her lungs. Her throat hurt from all her screaming, and all her crying. Her body shaking violently on the bed. "ppppplease don't leave me here, He'll find me, He'll rape me, He'll rip me apart" her words faded from a scream to a whisper as the Doctor turned and walked back in, closing, and LOCKING, the door behind him.

The room had no windows, no light, it was dark, and she was alone, alone with the Doctor, Doctor Holden.

Lure tried to cower back when He approached, but the restraints held her tight and fast. She had no where to go.

"Why, why did You send her away. She's all I have" Lure snipped at the Doctor, carefully avoiding looking into His eyes. She did not want to look into those eyes.

"If I'm alone, He'll come, He'll COME, Don't You understand???" she trying to control the desperation in her voice. And still, she would NOT look into those eyes.
 
"ppppplease don't leave me here, He'll find me, He'll rape me, He'll rip me apart
.... If I'm alone, He'll come, He'll COME, Don't You understand???"


"Miss Roberts...," Holden began "Im quite possitve that you are safe here... please i want you to TRUST me... to beleive that the things i do to you and say to you are for your own good.. now....why dont we start at the beginning... why dont you tell me again... just who or WHAT this thing that wants to hurt you and... touch you....is..." Dr. Holdens eyes glistened... it was a familiar expression..but Lure's mind was so out of it...she couldnt really recognize it... it was unsettling...

"Im your friend Lure... i sent your Aunt away because its...its too SOON..for you to have visitors..yes...too soon." He placed his hand on the inside of her thigh...casually...and only for a moment. "Please...proceed."
 
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