LOST IN TIME

Stalemate In Your Arms

On that night, Selene was ready. She may not be sure if the entity would even visit her again but it was better that she was cautious. Under her pillow was the knife Mrs. Latrice had left this morning. If that invisible man would come to her bed again, she was sure to slice its throat with it. She waited and waited, for three hours at least, until she was too drowsy to open her eyes and there, she drifted off to sleep.

When the clock strike two in the midnight, that's when the atmosphere of the room became heavier. There was a white mist that crept from the darkness of the walls towards the edge of her bed and she didn't even notice it.

Her bed cover moved a little as if it was being shoved out of her. A small part of her leg was exposed because of it.

Another forceful shove of the bed cover ensued and this time, it successfully fell right off the mattress. Surprisingly, Selene didn't so much as notice it. Her breathing was calm and it looked like she was in a really good dream.

The mattress dipped in her left side near her waist, then an opposite depression appeared in her right. From the looks of it, the invisible entity was straddling her.

Then the front ribbons in her new chemise untied itself, or so it would look like. The way it opened was in a seductive fashion; slow, yet very alluring. This time, Selene's eyelids flinched and the corner of her lips twitched.

Her lovely pink n*****s were consequently —wonderfully— exposed and with that, Selene's eyes shot open when she felt once again the familiar SOFT, MOIST mouth covering one of her breasts in a greedy suckle. This is it! This is really it!!! Her heart pounded in panic.

"Huh! No... stop it!!!" she commanded immediately and that was on top of her lungs. She could feel a naked rigid abdomen against her palms, so she quickly pushed it away from her. She tried to sit up, but she was immediately pushed back into the mattress; her arms flinging to the sides. The fact that she couldn't see her attacker was already a clear disadvantage. She didn't know what he or it would do next to her.

She then felt a pressure on her jaw and because of this, she opened her mouth. Never had she realized that a man's mouth was already waiting for it.

She could feel a warm tongue torpedoing inside her immediately. Selene groaned, horrified with it. The tongue then slipped out of her mouth and then she could feel it trailing down her jawline to her tense neck.

Goodness! It made her stomach lurch with two known emotions; disgust and pleasure.

"Ahhh!" she cried.

Right now, she exactly knew what he or it wanted. It was her. What was different now was that she was not helpless anymore.

She pulled the knife out of the pillow and speedily rammed it in her front hoping that it would hit the entity. Whatever body part it would be, she didn't care. As long as it was hit with the knife, that was enough for her.

She then immediately felt the mattress lighter this time. The depression was no more and the weight above her body was lifted too.

"I said stop it!!!" she shouted loudly as she straightened herself to sit. Her free hand was clutching her chemise to cover her breasts, the other was trembling while holding the knife, pointing it in her front. Her face was flushed. Her eyes bore a deadly glare. "Whoever you are! Show yourself now!" she demanded.

There was a moment of silence and then a sonorous laughter reverberated around the room. It was a laughter of a man that sounded surprisingly human.

From the foot of her bed, Selene saw a visible white mist hovering midair. To her surprise then, two hands gradually appeared, and then a torso, and then the rest of the entity's body materialized.

Selene's eyes widened very much like a full moon.

"You are hilarious Selene. Isn't a mere knife a bit too absurd? Surely, you don't think that it can protect you?" the entity stated in a mocking way.

"Kha—Khail!!!" she exclaimed after attempting a respiratory pause. She could see her attacker now and it was nowhere near the face of a monstrous incubus that the books have portrayed. It was all this time the weird man under the maple tree, Khail! He was naked from the waist up, and he was wearing a black trouser. So she was right! There was something that wasn't human about him.

No. Rephrase that. He was truly not human at all!

"Oh, I love it." He smirked in a devilish way. "You remembered my name."

"Tsk. Of course I would!" she answered with gritted teeth. "Dammit, how?! How are you—"

"Care to guess human?" He abruptly interrupted her, knowing she would likely sooner or later ask that about him. Sheeeshh... Almost all of the human he had encountered in his mundane lifetime always have the same question.

"You're a...a demon?" Selene answered pointblank, but she wasn't surprised with it anymore.

"Bingo," Khail replied playfully. He strode across the room and went near the left side of the bed. Selene's hold of the knife didn't falter. She gripped it tightly as the sharp point followed where he was. At least holding this knife, she would look intimidating and dangerous. However, she was beginning to think that a mere knife was child's play for him. She knew this couldn't even scratch a demon.

"Demons don't exist!" Selene lied. She knew very well they were real, but shouting this kind of words to him might wound his pride a bit — something that she would feel pleased.

"Ouch!" Khail mocked again, touching his chest like a stupid heartbroken lad. "I believe that is just too much woman. However, unfortunately, your belief is wrong." He kneeled into the mattress and this spiked Selene's heartbeat. "Demons are real..." he added huskily and continued to join her in the bed, "...as real as the knife you are holding."

Selene pointed the knife into his heart — if ever a demon has one — and shouted vehemently, "Don't you dare come any closer!"

Her tears suddenly rolled out of her eyes.

"How could you...last night...I was helpless! You are the one who molested me! And you dare do it again now!" She huffed.

Khail wasn't affected with her crying. "Yes, I dare. You are just too sweet not to be tasted." His statement rang deep in the back of her mind. These are the words of an insensitive, cold-hearted demon. No more, no less. He was lusting on her — yes he was— and that was the rightful particular emotion of choice.

"I said don't come any closer!" she cried again when she noticed him inching more towards her. "I will stab you! I swear I will stab you demon or not!!!" She threatened, but it was only gibberish talk for Khail.

"Nonsense Selene. Stab me if you want." He urged and this surprised her greatly. He continued to close in on her and this time, Selene didn't hesitate plunging the knife into his chest.

Target hit.

"Oh God!" Her hands released the now-lodged blade in Khail's flesh. She covered her mouth and closed her eyes, finding it too horrific to watch. However, in her thoughts, she was already shouting a chant, 'serves him right.'

Blood oozed quickly on the chest wound, but Khail didn't appear to be affected with it at all.

Selene skidded away from the kneeling man, her body trembling with the sight of the blood trailing down into his torso. She was even more alarmed when Khail lifted his right hand and pulled the knife out of his chest easily and with a smug smile on his face.

A frightened gasp escaped from her mouth.

"I admire your courage human," Khail started after he licked the blade with his tongue, "for a woman like you to have such spirit, it makes me want to adore you right now."

The wound that Selene had inflicted disappeared in just seconds and this made her greatly worry for herself. If a knife didn't do anything at all, what was she to do then? There was no escaping her faith now and she knew that quite very well.

Khail crawled quickly to where she was and grabbed both of her arms to stop her from squirming.

"Stop! No! Please don't do this!" Selene pleaded when she was brought down in the mattress again. Her tears wetted the pillow subsequently.

Khail acted as if the tears were invisible.

"Yield to me Selene, and I will bring you the pleasures you have never experienced before," he said, hovering on top her in a position that was a preliminary for love making. His eyes burning with deep desire.

"You're a demon! How could I?!" she answered, her voice shaking. Her breasts were already exposed as he had her hands locked up in the headboard with his own.

He looked displeased with her answer. "Then...I will have to force myself on you again."