BLINDED BY A MONSTER

CHAPTER 3:Cain

She licked her lips and paused for a second as if almost trying to recall something

“You wanna see something cool, I have a nice spot where we both can…you know be undisturbed?”

“oh that sounds nice…” before I could finish she turned and began walking away…

”Wait, you mean now?” I called out as I realised she was heading out.

Barbel refused Breaking stride, her voice ran over her shoulders

“Time in it’s real sense is Material, it waits for no man hunt, perhaps if you knew that you wouldn’t always be late for class”

I stood there brain dead, feeling small “you really are bookish” I toned rapidly trying to match her pace

She gave me the most dramatic side glance “well it’s one concept at a time, just so your little brain can handle it”

“wow, rude”

She chuckled.

For that very moment, everything else fizzled into silence, I heard nothing , no buzzing , no chimes, no chirps, no alarm bells clanging at inappropriate instances, no notification blips, no sound of footsteps stomping the ground, no beeps, it was just our hearts beating in unison. The world had faded into silence.

In this sea of stillness, my senses amplified, I couldn’t smell anything else, it wasn’t the rat race through the sewers anymore, her scent was all over the place, my essence had attempted to merge with hers, I was only attuned to her presence, her breathing, her movement— good God, who was she… this is bad, never have I wanted something this much, Never!

“We will be taking your bike, I…em, the spot is quite far”

She said breaking me from my self induced trance.

“Sure, I said as I climbed on,” she wrapped her hands around my waist.

Our combined weight was enough to plunge the bike straight through the earth; she was heavy for something that weighed not more than 57kg.

But then again, no weight is too much for Harley-davidson!

We gusted like the wind till every other vehicle on the road raced breeze-like,

I was stoked to find out what the day had for me. What had originally appeared predestined to bore me to death was turning quite positively.

It was more or less an hour, or more

Truly time flies when you’re in love

We halted in the presence of Sherwood, it was majestic in its own right, the trees swaying, tendering a sonance of leaves colliding. It was scary, it was beautiful.

I couldn’t disavow this outlandishly feeling that I was Home.. somehow.

“Is this the spot, it’s in there right?!”

“What are you scared of?Usually it won’t bite. The Forest doesn’t bite…”

She said,

I slowly nodded, trudging on whilst trying to scuff off the eerie feeling of familiarity, we gutted through an endless barrage of shrubs and trees, the dense vegetation kept getting thicker as we voyaged deeper, it encircled round us till we lost sight of the sun.

The Sherwood grew darker casting an emerald like shadow through the little tinsel of light that had cut through.

I jerked forward, stumbling, my foot, catching hold of a loose branch that had somehow found its way to the ground.

I went head first, but was suddenly suspended in animation, Barbel had gripped my arm, her hold was firm and man— too manly.

Almost as if she’d shatter my bone into pieces with ease, if she added a little pressure “Careful, you wouldn’t want to get lost, now would you?” she said smiling.

My heart skipped a beat, as she hauled me up—this level of human strength was untold, especially one belief in the slender frame of a woman half my size.

Shiver ran down my spine as I realised there was more to her pretty face than beneath the eyes,

I nodded, regaining my sense of equilibrium we pushed deeper — all this for a so called quiet spot…

I trailed behind her as she slipped through the thick lush green, and little by little we stumbled at the feet of a towering rock.

“Here, hold this,” she said, shoving her bag against my chest.

She turned and pulled off her jacket revealing the full length of her arm covered in scars

Her velvet like skin against the radiant green shone

Next was her armless crop top, she had untethered herself from all apparel till all that remained were her undies

Her breast, evenly paired and well rounded, forcefully constrained against her bra. Her body is slender, her hips well lined and perfectly curved. Running from her shoulders to her carves, her laps, her abdomen were scars— markings, as if she had once served as a scratching post.

Some were bandaged, others ripped, like it had been incurred recently.

“What are you doing?” I asked, visibly confused …

“Omg, are you shy…common take off your clothes…where we are going we won’t be needing em.”

“what…?”

“ Are you a loser?” she asked sternly. “I mean, where did all your confidence go? Remember the professor said you should stick close to me…very close”

My mouth turned sour, between the scars that riddled her body and the unconventional chide rendered verbally by her I didn’t know which I should be scared of.

Was the forest Alive?

Was it in need of a virgin sacrifice?

Who the hell is Barbel Cain? One minute she’s this little squash geek glass wearing social outcast yearning to answer every question in class the next she’s this occult chick desperate to see me in my undies… like how?

Is she leading a double life?, I honestly did not trail her here to become some main ingredient for some fountain of youth elixir bullshit, I honestly just wanted to score some points.

But seeing this mild-mannered academic freak transform into…into…this siren of seduction, raises many questions and I’m genuinely scared and concerned for my life.

Should I scream?

Would it be loud enough for someone to hear