Page 17 of Teddy Bear

Teddy's sunken eyes stare at me unblinkingly as I approach ecstasy. His arms are no longer outstretched towards me, but painfully clenched over his plush body.

Large clods of earth, along with rose petals, begin to cover his tiny burial place.

My cheeks are red, and my sighs are loud. So loud that the very bowels of the earth shake with them.

My black golem takes me mercilessly, without begging or asking, rampaging over every part of my pale, glassy, fragile skin, thrusting his hard cock into me so hard I almost start to scream.

Danny picks up his pace, fucking me hard and savagely rough.

Teddy's little grave is covered in black dirt and pink petals.

I'm left alone with my darkness and the earthy man that makes my groin tremble, and the wet, thick liquid soaks the floor as I come shaking all over, in spasm, in frenzy, in complete surrender, in complete ecstasy strong enough to light up all the stars in the sky.

Our fluids merge, mine and his; now I too am an earth woman, with a black mask over my face, free to wander forever in the underworld of our animal desires.

Danny cums profusely inside me.

✦ 🧸 ✦

I open my eyes, and an unpleasant, almost unbearable silence flows in my ears.

My chest is tight, squished, constricted, so much so that I can hardly breathe.

The thought that this is reality is so horrible and sickening that I'm afraid this time. I will not be able to withstand the transition.

I lie on a white bed inside a clean, empty room listening to the voices in the hallway.

I try to determine how long I was in the trance, but the artificial light and controlled conditions have erased any ability to recognize and measure time.

Space and time merged into one.

The voices of people, patients, and staff coming from the halls are heavy and sickening, bouncing off the haunted walls of this cursed place I am in.

A cursed place where I am trapped by a tangle of unfortunate and cursed life circumstances, condemned to serve out my bizarre sentence, unsure of exactly what crime I am accused of.

The touch, the small but clear crossing of the border, Danny's fingers that now, safely, in the solitude of the small and clean isolation room, pass over my skin, completely bring me back to reality.

-Lizzie, are you okay?

I'm still looking at him with a wild and blurry look.

- I'm fine doc, I just need some rest.

I mumble, barely audible, in a low and dreamy voice as I brush away the strands of hair that fall over my sweaty forehead.

-Okay, then I'll let you rest.

I nod. I move away from him; I don't need him now. He only deepens and makes my suffering worse.

- But I have to tell you something, Lizzie. Something that won't be easy at all.

I suddenly become more sober and aware; the echo of his words rumbles in my ears. I can clearly see the harsh contours of his face and the scanty hospital furniture.

My heart beats harder under the weight of uncertainty.

I also become aware that it is midnight, by the pale light of the moon that strongly breaks through the half-drawn blinds and the lit spotlights outside. That means I was in a trance almost the whole night.

-What?