Page 14 of Scream for Me

As if reading my mind, she cups my chin, turning me back to her. “You’re not him. You’re part human. You have humanity in you.”

I push her touch away gently. “You don’t know me well enough.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“But I have hurt you. I stole you from your life. I kept you in a cage. I scared you. I forced myself on you. I could do that again.”

She grabs my chin again, anger in her eyes this time. “And if you do. I’ll scream for you. I’m turned on by fear. If you scare me, it will only make me want you more and I’ll bring you back to me. I hated you at first, hated myself for my sick fetish, but I think we’re made for each other as crazy as that sounds. You give me what I need and I can do the same for you. We’ll get to the light tomorrow and we’ll start a new life together.”

“No.” She blurs in front of me, water in my eyes creating a shield—tears. It’s been so long, but I remember them. “That’s not all. I lied to you.”

“About what?”

“You can return to your home. I could bring you back through the portal, and you’d be back in your room.”

Her eyes are heavy. “You lied to me?”

“I’m sorry. Even after you cleared the fog in my mind, I was still less than. All I thought about was myself. I couldn’t live without you. I can’t live without you, but now I care for you as much as myself, not just something to be owned. It’s not safe for you here. Even if we were in a place void of mindless monsters, you’d never know when I could revert back to my old self.”

Her face remains void of emotion, and silence wades between us. I want to speak more, apologize on my knees, but she deserves to have space to process and lash out at me however she sees fit. She turns away from me. It hurts not being able to study her or predict her following response, but I wait patiently, even if it feels like forever. Finally, she sighs, breaking the silence. “I have gone crazy.”

I don’t reply.

“I should hate you. I should have always hated you, and yet after everything…” I grab her shoulder, turning her toward me, needing to see her lips as she speaks because I can’t believe it. “I understand.”

“You do?”

She turns fully. “Of course, it was wrong to kidnap me and lie about it, but you’re a monster.” Realization washes over her face, and she reaches for me. “You were a monster. Now you’re just Scully. My Scully.”

“But what about your world? You’re willing to leave that all behind?”

She shrugs. “I mean, my world is pretty shitty. Not as much as here, but I was always in danger, always struggling. At least here I have you.”

I don’t move at first, too shocked by her words. Not only is this woman smart, funny, and resilient, but she’s also more forgiving than she should be. She spoke of a hard past, one that should have made her wary of others, especially from the likes of me. Yet, she chooses to put it behind her—for me.

I scoop her in my arms, embracing her like she’ll fly away if I let her go. “I don’t deserve you.” I whisper.

She laughs, pushing back. “I know. What can I say? Maybe your monster cock fucked the sense out of me.”

I laugh, because I can tell by her smile that she’s joking. I run a paw down her arm. “Just promise me, if the light isn’t what we hope, you’ll consider going back to your world.”

“But…”

I tilt her chin toward me. “Promise you’ll consider.”

Her expression sobers. She nods and I pull her back into me. She nuzzles into my fur, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I stroke her back.

Perhaps I was right earlier—I am in a dream. It seems like the only possible conclusion. She straddles me and after a moment of stillness she slightly pushes herself against me, signaling her desire.

My cock reacts first, hardening and meeting her lips. She moans, grinding against my length.

I don’t deserve her—an understatement. And I definitely don’t deserve her screams after my confession. Yet, as I think about her reaction and willingness to leave everything behind just from knowing me for a short time, I wonder if her screams aren’t only for me. Perhaps the release heals a broken part of her as well.

Chapter 12: Webs

Ifollowed them here, thankful to encounter a scream that cleared my mind enough to focus on staying hidden. I’ve always been stealthy, quiet steps and breaths that turn my prey into unsuspecting victims. Capturing her alone would have been easy, but the male has instincts to protect what’s his. I almost beat him and got her for myself, but he’s stronger than me, even more so now. I had to recover from our fight, gain more strength, and come up with a plan as I trailed them through the woods.

I’m perched on the top of the cave—my eight appendages make it easy to remain at an awkward angle and peek into the small opening at the top. It’s dark inside, but a soft glow from the plants she brought in with her illuminates the space.