Odessa And The Devil
She had no idea he was following her, but his footsteps had been in hers for a while. With each stride, he breathed in the delicate scent of her entire being and that whetted his appetite. The wind flowing through her long golden hair made it sway. Her skirt heaved with each step, revealing her bare thighs, arousing him, validating his choice. It was her, not another, that he had chosen today.
On the phone call for a moment, she was a million miles away from thinking she was the prey of the devil himself, a little snack he wanted to treat himself to.
He had always taken advantage of women's sleep to taste their flesh. Some had already seen him, in dreams, in his true form. His body was covered with a red colored skin, goat horns adorned his forehead and long canines accentuated his broad smile. They all said the same thing: The beast is terrifying, but although he was a monster, a cross between a man and an animal, he nonetheless remained a fascinating vision of power and virility.
He was a bit bored of sneaking into women's bed during the night. He now enjoyed turning a mortal out of her way, seeing the desire in her eyes to submit to him in broad daylight. He blended with the population, borrowing the physique of a man, adapting to his preys by appearing to them in the shape of their preference. All he had to do was to choose, bewitch and take without even having to ask.
She walked into a coffee shop, ordered a latte, then sat down at a table. He watched her behind the window. The few men already there were looking at her with a shyness the devil knew to take advantage of. He made up his mind to enter when she opened her laptop and started typing on her keyboard. And rather than sitting at an empty table, he pulled the chair out in front of her and sat on it.
She looked up her round glasses. The desire for the beast only increased at the sight of her scarlet mouth. She was about to say something but restrained herself, seeing in front of her the image of all her desires combined. She began to write again, without a word for him. He saw the speed at which her pulse was pounding in her neck and he smiled. His eyes gazed at the ring on her left hand, one of the reasons he chose her.
― Do you have enough room? she said.
She was staring at her computer, almost embarrassed to disturb when the contrary was true. The beast could hear her desire in the almost imperceptible fluctuations in her voice.
― I do have enough room, he said. And the best view.
Her eyes opened wide. She quietly laughed. Finding the situation funny, she grabbed her cell phone and texted her best friend. When she put it back on the table, he then asked:
― Are you waiting for someone?
― Yes. Yes I do.
She preferred to lie. She played with her promise ring on her finger, to let him know he was wasting his time. But her lie was a little sin that stirred the envy of the beast even more. He had overheard her conversation on the phone earlier. He knew she was planning to stay in the coffee shop all afternoon to work.
She was pressing random keys on her keyboard, pretending to be busy for a minute already. This man troubled her. Since her eyes had fallen on him, she had only wanted one thing: for him to adress her again.
Understanding her distress, the devil began to play. He stared at her silently, leaving her in control for a few moments longer, like playing with a fish on the end of a line. She felt her heart speed up, her stomach tingling. Not only he looked interested, but she understood that she maybe was a little too. She raised her coffee to her lips and the beast stared her mouth.
― It's such a great day. Why staying indoors? he said. Wouldn't you rather join me outside?
He was impatient. She put her hands in front of her to tell him she wasn't interested, and this time she pointed to her promise ring.
― I’m taken, she said.
The choice of words made him smile. She was navigating between wanting to know more and wanting to send him off. The man had woken up a thirst she had not felt for a long time. She knew she was putting herself in danger, but an almost uncontrollable urge drove her to stay there, under the gaze of this stranger. Had she ever seen him in a dream? She had made up her mind to defy him with her eyes when her phone rang. She picked up immediately and answered quietly. "No, I'm at the cafe with Emilie. I won't come home late, I promise. See you soon. Love ya!"
This second lie excited Satan even more than the previous one. The prospect of her sweet little fingers running on his body made him shudder.
― Did you just lie to your fiancé? he said.
He’s got some nerve! But the way he spoke to her, as if he sensed what was going on inside her, made her desire rise. She knew that little tug, that exquisite warmth in the pit of her stomach so well. She crossed her legs and doing so, touched the devil's knee with her foot. Satan grabbed it and stroked the top of it with his thumb. She didn't move, she let him do it, bewitched by so much gentleness. Satan's eyes turned black. His fingers moved slowly up her ankle. She watched him do it in silence, panting. His hand ventured higher, on her calf. She held her breath, then the red lips parted. He continued his way up to the back of her knee. He let his fingers wander over the back of her thigh. She gave a slight start but her lower lip found itself behind her pretty teeth. He stroked her for a moment, feeling the appetite in her beautiful brown eyes. She closed them for a brief second, enough for him to know she would surrender.
He gently rested her foot on the ground.
― I'll be at a cocktail party until 8 p.m. tonight, he said, Hotel Drakkar, if you want to see me again.
She would have answered that this was the last time he would see her, but he got up and left the cafe without letting her the chance to do so.
They watched a movie while dining. She was chewing, her eyes riveted on the face of the clock.
She thought of an excuse to go out at 8PM without her fiancé getting suspicious. She thought of putting Emilie in the know. When everything was going well in her life, why thinking about this stranger? She thought about while stroking her ankle, as if to relive the moment. What had he felt under his fingers as he came up like that? A familiar feeling was dawning in her flesh. She remembered the intensity of his gaze, his warm voice, his delicate manners. Just thinking about what could happen if she went to this hotel made her cheeks go pink. She picked up her phone and pretended to read something.
― Emilie needs her computer charger, she forgot it at the coffee shop. I have it.
― Can she come get it?
― Wait, I ask her...
She pretended to send messages back and forth.
― She said she's already in her pjs.
― I can go, it won't take long.
― Still… 30 minutes to go, 30 minutes to come back…
― I don’t mind, really.
The more she lied, the more shame came over her. He was giving her the chance to put an end to this little game, but she persisted.
― Up to you! he finally said, sealing his fate in a few words without knowing it.
She didn't want to spend too much time in the bathroom for him not to think she was preparing for someone else. She put on her boots and left the apartment right after. As she passed by a car, she glanced at her reflection in the window and judged herself. Why wasn't it enough for her to fantasize about this man? Why did she want to put her whole life in jeopardy? He's at the hotel, he's just passing through, he will probably never come back, I will bury this secret with me, she told herself to feel better. She checked the time on her phone.
She jumped into the subway car. She thought everyone could read on her face what she was about to do. She blindly followed the desire to feel this man deep inside her. His dark eyes full of sins haunted her. She looked at her phone screen again and contemplated updating Emilie. Her friend would surely understand if she explained everything to her. But what was there to tell exactly? That she was about to give herself to a man she didn't know a few hours ago? It's not even love at first sight, just a visceral, inexplicable urge to give herself to him.
Little did she know then that few could resist the devil, let alone when he had set his sights on you. He used pernicious strings. When he decided to mate, nothing could resist him except those who dedicated their lives to God, but again, he already had successfully deflected some of them from their paths.
The hotel was there, right in front of the subway exit. The black letters of the word Drakkar seemed to invite her in.
Surely, the cocktail was over. Should I join him in the room? she thought. The hotel doors opened as she approached. The lobby was majestic. The white and black marbled tiling glistened in the light of the gigantic chandeliers which descended straight from a ceiling three or four meters high. In the distance, large armchairs were occupied by business people chatting, glass in hand. She approached the reception counter and asked where the cocktail party was being held and if she could attend. The receptionist asked her name.
― Odessa Persa. I'm probably not on the list.
― No, you are not, however, I have a message for you.
How could she have a message? How could he know her name when she hadn't given it to him?
The receptionist handed her a magnetic card, which read "Use this for the elevator. Room 500, come in and make yourself at home."
― Are you sure it's for me? she asked.
― He’s expecting you there.
He had no doubt she would come, which added to her shame. She rushed into the elevator and beeped the key card. She was suddenly afraid of what she might find in that room. The doors opened into a gigantic suite with the smell of leather and the temperature a little too high. She was surprised she had fallen directly into a living room. She recognized, despite the dim light, the jacket thrown casually on a chair. She walked in timidly. A drum beat much slower than her heart was playing on the radio. When the singer's voice appeared, she immediately recognized Closer. He chose this song, she thought, it can't be a coincidence.
The light source came from four bronze candlesticks, set around a large four-poster bed. At the sight of the red satin sheets, she told herself there was no way it was the hotel choice. She was entering his home, before he entered hers…
― I’ve got no soul to sell, he hummed behind her.
His deep – even whispered – voice was easily identifiable. She turned to find him in front of her, in a tuxedo, tie loose, shirt slightly open, sporting a satisfied smile.
― Ah… that pretty skirt…
He looked even more impressive by the candlelight than earlier in the coffee shop. The features of his face were accentuated, the sparkle in his eyes more evident. He looked at her, amused by her silence. It was impossible, but there was a certain aura about him that she thought she had seen somewhere before.
― You seem lost my dear, hold this for me.
He handed her a glass of champagne, which she nearly dropped, then walked over to place a gentle kiss on her neck. The irresistible warmth of his lips against her skin signed her downfall. He grabbed her ass to pull her back to him and she couldn't hold back a small cry. He stuck his tongue into her mouth, mixing his saliva with hers. Her head began to spin and she dropped the glass of champagne. Succumbing to the temptation was much more intense than she imagined, she felt desire deep in the pit of her stomach.
― Anyone know you're here? he said between two hungry breaths
She shook her head.
― You lied to him?
A small yes escaped her mouth. Her confession made Satan growl with pleasure. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and put her on the bed. She couldn't take her eyes off the huge bulge in his pants. He was taking his time, removing his shirt and gazing at the thirst in his prey's eyes. She straightened up to touch his chest, so firm, then hastily undid his belt. She wanted him inside her right away. The devil watched her do it. Her impatience delighted him. She plunged her hand in his pants, not taking the time to undress him and pulled his cock out. It stretched out to the sky, sturdy and imposing. Her eyebrows rose and her lower abdomen began to boil. She slid her panties to her feet, lay on the bed then pulled her legs up.
― Take me! Take me please, she begged, consumed by passion.
Seeing her sex offered, the beast stepped forward, grabbing his cock with a steady hand. That tip pointed at her was full of promise, she wanted to feel it deep inside her. She looked up at the ceiling and saw a large mirror there. At first she thought she was mistaken. She blinked to make sure. The reflection was of a huge being with red skin. Fear stifled her scream. Used to seeing panic in women's eyes, he used a very calm tone.
― I mean no harm to you, my dear, quite the contrary.
Her eyes moved back and forth between the reflection in the mirror and the man in front of her who turned her on so much. He approached his long fingers and slid them slowly down her slit. She didn't move back, as if fascinated by the situation.
― If you don't like my original appearance, he said while thrusting his middle finger into her, just stare at my eyes.
He moved his finger slowly back and forth. The feeling was so good she almost passed out. She looked up to see his real appearance again. She wanted to see who really touched her. She saw the horns, the disproportionate body compared to hers. And as he continued to pleasure her, her fear dissipated and a very strange desire arose. The image was starting to look attractive to her.
As he knelt down to tuck his head between her thighs, she held him back.
― I want to see you, she said. To really see you.
― Are you sure?
She nodded yes.
― Close your eyes.
Eyes closed, she suddenly became aware of the speed at which her heart was beating. The devil was not a myth, he was not a dream, he was very real, he was between her legs. She was suddenly seized with a voracious need.
She opened her eyes again and saw him in front of her. He was often painted with the head of an animal, but only his horns and teeth made him look bestial. His fiery gaze hadn't changed, neither had his smile. His build was strong and the size of his hands had almost doubled. He passed one over her to make sure of his desire and found her wet.
― Oh dear, he said playfully, your offered body makes me very happy.
She straightened up and touched the deep red body in front of her with her fingertips, as if to convince herself she was not dreaming.
― You are…, she said.
Her hand passed gently over the bumps of his muscles.
The nerve endings in the pads of her fingers seemed to be magnified. She timidly touched the base of his massive cock.
― … beautiful, she said, looking him straight in the eyes.
She too, like so many others, had used those words. A milky drop beaded at the end of his cock. She walked over to taste it. He watched her do it, as she grabbed him with both hands, licked him, and then move her pretty little red mouth around it. She looked so fragile at his feet, but so perverse. She would glance at him every now and then, checking to see if she was doing the right thing. He wasn't showing anything, but the firmness of his testicles was a testament to the pleasure she gave him. She got up and lay down on her back, legs spread in front of him.
― Have mercy, she said. Eat me!
Of all things that could arouse him, begging him like he was merciful was his favorite. He knelt down, grabbed his prey's thighs with his giant hands, and stuck his tongue into her flesh. She grabbed his horns and pulled him deeper. Satan's tongue searched her, tasting her walls with relish. She felt his fangs against her skin.
― Oh yes… bite me…
He nibbled at her and she began to roll her hips, full of furious urges. Seeing her pleasure heightened the devil's desire. He wanted to take her, but he wanted her to beg him to do so. And he didn't have to wait long.
― Pierce me! she moaned.
He took her slim waist in his hands and pushed his cock inside her.
She thought he was tearing her apart. Seeing the devil roar above her turned her on so much that very quickly, he slipped through her to the hilt without any pain.
Each of his movements multiplied the pleasure of the previous one. The devil felt it and redoubled his efforts, rippling on her, going to seek the pleasure of the young woman as much as his own. Their eyes never left each other. They were both agitated with debauchery, determined to achieve ecstasy. The pleasure started from the depths of their stomach. She felt her muscles tighten, the sensation spiking. Intense heat filled her body. She savored an electric shock running down her spine to the top of her scalp. It was as if their bodies were one. She could feel the devil's pleasure as much as hers. She knew pleasure, but this was different. As her orgasm lasted, all the cells in her body enjoyed Satan's at the same time. She understood the look on his face, his lost eyes, the movements he made inside her. Without being able to explain it, she could hear him in her head. He was moaning, telling her all kinds of obscenities. She communicated to him all the lustful thoughts that crossed her mind. She wanted the devil to flood her. Seeing her so docile and hearing her deep turpitude excited him more than reason. He burst into her so eagerly she could feel the jets. A surprisingly cold liquid slid between them. In excitement, Satan bit her shoulder. He planted his canines into her flesh. Oddly enough, the bite sent her into a euphoric intoxication. She wanted him to eat her whole.
Little by little their orgasms wore off.
She regained consciousness when he left her body. Looking at his cock, she wondered how she had been able to welcome it. Satan returned to his human form as she was turning her back to him, pulling her skirt back on.
There was something about Odessa that left Satan hungry. Usually, after his business was done, he would feel full and he would only go on a second round at the behest of his victim. But the feeling in his lower abdomen was atypical. He thought he had bewitched her but seeing her getting ready to leave, he wondered if it wasn't her who had cast a spell on him.
She checked the time on her phone.
It was impossible that only 4 minutes had passed from entering the hotel until now. Although this tiny lapse of time suited her, she couldn't explain it.
Satan put his finger on the screen.
8:04 ― 8:03 ― 8:02 ― 8:01…
She looked up, surprised, wondering if the time only went back on her phone.
― What time would be best? he said.
He wasn't doing it for her. He didn't care if her relationship would survive her weakness. He was doing it for him, for her to feel she could easily come back.
She did a brief mental calculation.
He smiled, put his finger down again and the clock read 7:30.
She put on her boots and left immediately, without looking back. Satan watched her go, his stomach hot with desire.
She arrived home at 7.46am. Barely a minute after going out.
― Did you forget something? said her fiancé.
She put down her bag, took off her boots and joined him in the living room.
― Emilie doesn't need it right away, I'll bring her back tomorrow in the end.
A full week passed. Odessa thought about meeting the devil with every passing minute, from the moment she opened her eyes in the morning. She watched her fiancé sleep with the feeling that he would never be able to please her the way the devil did. It was impossible. She fantasized during the day and before falling asleep at night. And at night, she dreamed of him.
And then no longer holding it, she wanted to make sure he hadn’t dreamt it. She sent a message to her fiancé. "I’m at a retirement party at work, I’ll try not to leave too late."
She wanted to give herself an alibi, even though time didn't matter much if she ran into him again.
She arrived at the Drakkar and introduced herself to the reception.
Realizing she did not know the name of the one who tormented her so much, she asked if the person occupying the 500 suite last Saturday was still there.
― There is no room 500 in this hotel, miss.
― What do you mean? The girl gave me a card for that room last week.
― Are you sure it was our hotel?
― Yes, I’m quite sure.
― All our receptionists are male.
Beginning to question her own sanity, she turned to verify that it was indeed the same hall. And she was positive.
― There was a cocktail party that day, she said like a question.
The two receptionists looked at her without saying a word. Determined to prove them wrong, she hastily took the stairwell.
― Miss! they shouted behind her.
But no one followed her. She went up the stairs two by two. A floor. Then two. Then three. Then nothing.
The hotel had only three floors. She hurtled down the stairs, almost spraining her ankle, then swam out, stood in front of the building, and looked up. She counted the floors visually. She shook her head, thinking she was going mad.
At last, an idea popped into her head.
She pushed open the coffee shop door. And there, in the corner, sitting in an armchair, one leg crossed over the other, reading a newspaper, she found him.
She sat down across from him.
― How? she said quietly to him.
He straightened up and refrained from saying the first words that came to his mind. Seeing her here delighted him.
― You were looking for me? he said.
They both knew very well, deep down, why she was looking for him. But she also felt it wasn't entirely her fault.
― You called me, she dared.
The devil moistened his lips.
― I didn't call you. But it is true that responding to a desire is a form of psychic communication.
She didn't know what to say, what to do. Seeing her dismay, and hearing her thoughts, the devil put her on the track.
― I am ready to offer you what you are looking for. But know that you will not be able to come back.
― What are you talking about?
He looked down at her, eyeing her as if she was naked in front of him.
― You want to see darkness, right? See what's going on, on the other side.
The thought had indeed crossed Odessa's mind. But it was just a fantasy, nothing more.
― Yes, there are orgies, he replied.
He could hear everything. She tried to clear her mind, but the face in front of her prevented it.
― Yes, the darkness is full of demons who can give you all the pleasures, even that of course.
She blushes with shame. He was penetrating her deepest secret thoughts.
― If this is what you are looking for, then there is no better place to satisfy you.
― But you were saying I couldn't come back?
He shook his head.
― Not without selling your soul, I’m afraid.
His eyes opened wide. She hadn't come to die stupidly for a one night stand, even if extraordinary.
― And what will happen, when my soul belongs to you?
― Then you will have please me for all eternity, whether you like it or not.
He knew how to use words to charm her, he knew what she wanted to hear. It didn’t sound as bad, did it? Images of the devil enjoying her presence and irresistible demons using her body appeared in her thoughts. Knowing that greater pleasures existed, that they were within her reach, made the decision simple.
― And to get in, what will I have to do?
― Oh that, he said, don’t worry about a thing.
He felt her impatience and if he wasn't in this coffee shop, among mortals, he would have roared his excitement.
― Follow me.
She would have followed him with her eyes closed if asked. She now wanted to see the darkness more than anything else in the world. He stood up and she followed him. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought for a moment he was killing her right there. She knew he could hear her and couldn't resist telling him everything she wanted him to do to her. She was already wet just thinking about it. He led her down a small alley and pushed a door open. They found themselves in the lobby of a building. She leaned against the wall.
― Right now. I want you, she begged.
He resisted her pressing demand. He had to find a place where no one would notice them during their travel. Their bodies would stay and do each other good in the mortal world, but if she wanted to visit darkness then their souls would have to leave them during their journey. He knocked on the first door he found. No one answered, so he forced the lock and they entered the apartment. Judging by the lack of decor and furnishings, the apartment had been a squat for a while. She didn't understand why he needed a place like this one, but her need was far too great to waste time asking him.
"The demons" she said to him in thought, "I want you, and demons, at the same time."
He laughed out loud and made her sit on an old sofa in the middle of an almost empty living room. She couldn't hold it any longer, she took off her clothes and found herself naked the second later. She climbed onto the dilapidated sofa with her back to him, offering her ass to the devil.
― Take me, oh… Take me…
He was amused to see her even hungrier than him. He undressed himself, taking his time and playing with her nerves. He placed his cock at the entrance of her hole and pushed it all the way. She moaned her satisfaction.
He came to lean against her, holding her stomach.
― Take me to the darkness…, she moaned.
He placed his hand in front of Odessa's eyes and bit her neck. She felt herself leave as if her whole body was falling forward. His fangs had sunk into her flesh but the bite did not cause any pain, quite the contrary, she felt like an orgasm as her body grew heavier and heavier.
Suddenly, her skin felt a clammy heat. When he pulled his hand away from her eyes, she knew it was real. He had taken her with him, she was in darkness. She couldn't see two meters away. Her eyes needed a moment to get used to the lack of light. Only a few candles attached to the wall helped her distinguish the nothing that surrounded them. The walls around her were seeping, carved into the rock. She was on her knees on a dirt floor. There was a smell of damp earth. And instead of scaring her, the darkness aroused all her senses. As if to soak it up, she brought her body down to the ground, where the dust stuck to her skin.
He watched her move her naked body on his ground with a satisfied grin. Seeing her enjoying his lair excited him. When she turned, the devil stood before her, majestic, naked, red skin and horns glistening with sweat, his cock outstretched.
― Where are your demons? she said.
― They are everywhere, I just have to invite them.
― Can you invite two of them?
The devil's gaze grew fiery. His prey's thoughts were lustful, and since they affected him just as much he validated them as they came.
Two male demons with chiseled faces appeared, almost equal in every way. Twins?
― Here are Nezrel and Zakhal, said Satan.
They were less statuesque than their master but their bodies were as attractive as in her fantasies. So much so that she wondered if the devil hadn't created them from scratch after one of her thoughts. Their curved penises were already the center of her attention. Not knowing if her time was running out, she pressed Nezrel to lie on his back. She admired his body for a moment, stroking it up and down with her fingertips as she watched the desire she created in his dark eyes. She stepped over him and impaled herself on him. She took his hands and placed them on either side of her ass before moving back and forth on his body.
― Take her mouth, ordered the devil to Zakhal.
Zakhal walked over to the couple, took Odessa's face in his hands and tilted her head back. She indulged in the softness of his tongue, his honey-tasting saliva as her body rubbed nicely back and forth over Nezrel.
The devil, who knew Odessa's fantasies, allowed himself to be seduced by the show in front of him and ordered again:
― Zakhal, take her from behind.
The demon's mouth left her and he placed himself behind her. She leaned forward against Nezrel to let his twin enter her from behind, her eyes locked on the devil, as if to thank him for complying with her perverted wishes. He looked at her enviously, his tongue passing over his lips. Zakhal entered her and snatched a soft moan from her. The two demons started to stir inside her, their limbs moving back and forth against each other, separated only by a thin wall of flesh. Skewered by two sumptuous creatures determined to please her under the eyes of Satan, she felt like the Mistress of the World. The devil was thrilled to see her thus bathed in sin, letting pure lust controlling her body. This simple thought overwhelmed him.
Caught between two demons who knew their role well, it did not take long for her to come. Satan came to stand in front of her, stiff as a rock.
― Now come, he said, and show me your tongue.
She did so, knowing it would satisfy him. She felt delicious spasms from the muscles around Zakhal. The sensation spread like fire to her clit, which rubbed against Nezrel. Satan, hearing her utter little cries placed the tip of his cock on Odessa's tongue. She was already lost in her pleasure and this gesture tipped her over the edge. Satan unloaded into the mouth of the young woman. She indulged in the various movements made on her body, taken like a rag doll in the arms of demons.
Exhausted by so much pleasure, she found herself naked, on the ground, the following minute. She was catching her breath when Satan asked her if she wanted to return to the mortals world. Her head clouded by this new experience, she didn't really take the time to think about it before answering.
― Let me take care of some things, and then come get me.
― Are you sure? The roles will be very different. You will be the one to fulfill my desires and those of the demons.
― Give me two days and I am yours.
The devil did not hide his contentment and roared so loud that the earth beneath Odessa's body shook. In causing an innocent young lady to lose her sanity, lust won out over purity once again.
She should have taken the time to think. But, still high from her orgasm, she couldn’t resist the thought of being held like that once again.
As promised, Satan sent her back to Earth for two days.
Once among the mortals, the excitement subsided. She had time to think and was not so sure about anything anymore. Did she really want to spend her life in this dark place, as a sex slave? Forever? To leave her life and fiancé?
On the first night, learning about her doubts, Satan appeared in her dream, reminding her a deal with the devil is non negotiable. But he didn’t want her to hesitate about the whole thing either. He wanted, for once, to possess someone who would come willingly.
Something about her had softened his ways.
So he sent her a little fantasy of his own in the dream. It was so vivid she woke up caressing herself, her limbs quivering, savoring the most intense orgasm.
Time ran out. And there was nothing she could do to change her fate. She put everything in place to make it look like she was running away with a lover, fabricating clues and leaving them here and there for her fiancé to discover. She knew he was going to hurt, so she did everything she could to make him hate her so much he would want to soon forget about her.
At dawn, on the second day, the devil returned to fetch her, as planned. It was when she saw him again standing in front of her that she knew she had made the right choice.
He didn't have to use any force to get her to disappear with him on the other side, forever.
Two fingers were enough...
© Tous droits réservés - Charlie M.P. - 20/12/2021
I'm going to translate the short stories I post on this site, little by little, since some of you would like to read them in English.