Page 126 of A Foster Fling
To my surprise he doesn’t ask more questions. He doesn’t argue. He just moves back. He moves to the other side of the room and continues to speak low.
“Is that better?”
“No.” I groan. “Let me go. I need to go. He needs me. You have to let me out. PLEASE!”
He goes still and stays silent for a moment. There’s a rupture in the quiet when he grasps his hair and growls low. His eyes, now lit by the strips, snap back to mine and he stomps over getting in my face again.
“Heneedsyou?” He seethes. “Hedestroyed you.” His voice is venomous through the mask but still barely above a whisper. “You were perfect. And heruinedyou.” Something in his eyes makes it hard to determine a color for them. “You changed everything about yourself to be more like him. But you’re not. You’re not and you can’t be. Not for what needs to be done.”
Shocked by the knowledge he claims, I only stutter. My eyes bounce all over the mask he wears and I struggle to focus on my thoughts. He said he wanted me but something about Caerus makes him murderous.
“Who are you?” I grit through my teeth refusing to back down.
The pain in his finally raised voice is enough for me to feel it in shades. No matter if I know this man or not, he is convinced he knows me and it feels catastrophic. It feels…familiar.
“I’M THE ONE YOU LEFT BEHIND!”
Chapter Seven
NO STORY GREATER, NO there’s NONE EVER TOLD, THAN THE ONE OF THE SMALL BOY WHO NEVER GROWS OLD.
The room is still mostly dark as I lean against the headboard and stare at the faceless mask he wears. He hasn’t moved away again and his chest heaves with his aggravated breathing. Something growls in my conscience telling me not to make any sudden moves.
“Why?” The question falls softer from his mouth than anything he’s said so far.
I remain quiet, still not having any idea what he’s talking about or why he thought I would. My previous fear recedes slightly and I’m able to focus more on his eyes. Eyes that I can now see are on the brink of grey, nearly colorless.
“Like fog across water.” I barely register that I’ve spoken the words.
He stills and the rush of his breath from under the mask halts. My skin raises with an awareness that triggers multiple alarms in my head. This man doesn’t just know me. I know him.
“You’re not him. How could you be?” My brow furrows and I shake my head trying to rattle an unknown memory.
“Stranger things have happened, Sayler. You know that.” He swallows, his voice sounding on the verge of tears.
“I’m trying here, really I am but, you have to understand-” I have to take a deep breath when my voice gives out. “that mask is terrifying. I don’t know if you know where it came from but he was a very bad man.”
I jump when he quickly spins and strikes the wall with his closed fist. The walls as far as I can tell are all concrete and I cringe on his behalf. At the back of my heart an ache starts at thought that he may be in pain.
“Please.” I say softly. “Tell me who you are? Who you are tome.”
“ME!” I flinch again when he spins on me and advances to the bed.
“I don’t know who you are!” I also don’t respond well to fear.
“You will.” He snarls and leans over me as I scuttle back. “I’ll make you.”
I don’t get away fast enough and he yanks me to the edge of the bed by my ankle. Terror skyrockets when he flips me to my stomach and presses his chest into my back. Nothing erases the shadow of degradation, the marred flesh of being treated like something disposable.
“He had you just like this, didn’t he? You remember that?” He presses harder and the weight of his dick against my spine makes me gag. “He loved that sound. You know what he loved more?”
“Stop, stop please stop.” I sob, falling right back into the past.
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“Fuck yeah, cry for me lamb.” Wendell’s sickly sweet breath fanned over my skin making my stomach turn further.
“You sick freak!” I screamed into the sheet and thrashed harder.