Page 65 of Demons and Debts
Do they let the other girls leave their little underground bunker, or do they have to wait until their incubi masters are hungry?
My heart starts to beat faster as I think about what they might ask of me physically. I've never done anything like this before. Prior to coming here, my experience amounted to a disappointing one-night stand when I was just trying to get rid of my virginity and countless times alone trying to wring whatever pleasure I can out of myself with a vibrator on my clit.
Are they going to expect that I know all the things? Because I definitely don’t know all the things. I mean I knowsomeof the things. I’ve seen porn, but theory and practice are totally different. I stifle a laugh. Maybe I don’t need to worry about the contract. Maybe they’ll rip it up as soon as my almost complete inexperience becomes apparent, when they see what a shit show my emotions are, the social ineptitude, the nonverbal meltdowns.
I don't see anyone as I amble around. Paris and Vic are still in the office. The other three, I have no idea. Sie spends a lot of time in his room I've noticed, and I’ve seen Theo leave in the mornings only to return at the end of the day looking exhausted. Korban I hardly ever see at all. Guess he’s a night owl.
I find myself walking up to the second floor past his room. What am I doing? Hoping to see him again? I think about last night when he caught me trying to escape. I swallow hard because although at the time I was scared, I know it wasn’t about him. My gut tells me that none of these guys are really going to hurt me. My fear is of the intense reactions I’m having to them, that I don’t understand or know what to do with.
Of course my gut can be a fucking liar that has got me into trouble more times than I remember, so maybe it’s best not to trust any part of my body except my head.
I run my hands over my face, and I go back to my room. Sitting down on the bed, I put my head in my hands.
I don’t feel like I’m going to lose it or anything, but I'm anxious. I wonder if I should tell Vic about my problems. At best he won’t care, but at worst, he’ll find a way to use them against me. I guess they'll probably just lull them away with their magickal mojo anyway.
That thought makes me pause. Can they do that? Maybe that'd be best and then I can spend the next three years being their malleable, little sex doll. I wrinkle my nose, but maybe it won't be so bad. I’m not the only human girl here, after all. They can’t want it ALL THE TIME!
I frown, following a train of thought that makes me even more nervous only because I don’t know the answers yet. Will I be able to say no sometimes? I guess the contract will explain it all … but then I remind myself that none of it matters anyway. I don't care what I have to sacrifice to make sure the people I care about don’t die, don't care if I have to give up this one last thing, my freedom. It’s a small price for Shar and the kids’ lives and, really, how much freedom have I actually enjoyed this past decade anyway?
Darkness comes and I realize I haven't eaten all day. I'm not hungry though. My stomach is tied up in knots. I haven't moved all afternoon, so I stand up to stretch my legs, going into the bathroom to splash my face with cold water, taking a moment to brush my hair into some semblance of order and put it up in a ponytail.
When I come back out, Korban is standing in the middle of my room. He’s between me and the exit.
In front of him again, I take a step back with the realization that my dumb gutwaswrong. This guy is scary and scowly and almost as big as Sie … and he closes the distance between us before I have time to do anything.
He grabs me by the back of the neck and draws me closer to him. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, smelling me.
‘Fuck,’ he groans, ‘I’m in the lead.’
I have no idea what he’s talking about. I'm frozen, my heart humming in my chest, my blood pumping hard. Fight or flight doesn't work on me I guess because I'm not doing either. I'm just standing there, short circuiting.
My eyes lock onto his face. He doesn't seem to notice my panic as he begins to unbutton my shirt. Outraged, I find my wits enough to slap his hand away.
‘I know you want more after last night,’ he says in an arrogant way that makes my lip curl. ‘I’ll give it to you, human, give you that high you’re chasing. Do you want it? Do you want me to let my power flow out? Do you want me to make your body relax for me? When I’m done, you’ll be in bliss. I hear it’s like an orgasm that lasts for hours.’
I don’t say anything.
‘Yes,’ he says, his grip on me tightening the longer he talks. ‘Your kind always want it, don’t you?’
‘No,’ I say, looking up into his face. I’m happy to find I’m not lying.
Fuck this guy.
The way he's looking at me makes me want to get away from him. Even I can tell this is just business. He’s cold. Last night felt different. I couldn't see him, but I know he wasn't like this. He’s using me for something.
‘I haven't signed your fucking contract yet,’ I say, shaking off his hand and turning away from him.
Wrong move.
He grabs me by my hair and pushes me over the bed, holding me there easily.
I thrash, getting a lucky kick into his knee and he grunts in pain, the pressure pushing me down easing enough for me to slip out and roll away to the other side of the bed.
‘No!’ I say in a forceful voice even though I’m close to angry, scared tears. ‘You can't just come in here and do this!’
He looks at me like I'm a puzzle he just can't quite figure out.
‘You're a human female,’ he says like that explains everything. He rolls his eyes when I just stare at him. ‘Human females are always up for it whether … whether we want them or not. It’s the way you’re made.’
