Pisachas

Chapter Three

Setting down the glass of milk Sibell had insisted she drink before bed, Gilia laid back against the quilted pillows edged with stained lace in the guest room to read some more information on entities. She’d managed to check out everything referencing ghosts, spirits, demons, vampires and even some psychology books from the library earlier that day. If she was going to figure out what she was dealing with, this was the only way she knew to prepare herself.

After reading hours, flipping through page after dusty page, Gilia came to the conclusion that either it was a spirit of some sort or she had just experienced an hallucination brought on by her grandmother’s influence. Gilia was leaning towards the latter even though there was physical evidence on her body of an attack. She’d discovered that even sane people can sometimes, during hallucinations, hurt themselves believing that whoever was hurting them within the dream was in fact the corporate and not them. There had also been interesting sections on stages of trances. And after Gilia thought about it, she’d been swinging the onyx necklace back and forth relaxed before her attack perhaps putting herself into a deep trance and forging the scene in her mind. It was possible.

Her eyes were burning, head aching and Gilia was tired of her legs falling asleep from being scrunched up surrounded by library books. She tossed them in a pile next to the bed on the floor. Climbing under the quilt with an array of different types of flowers printed and a musk scent fluttering to her nose, Gilia felt much better about the situation. It had only been her imagination caused by Sibell’s little séance in the living room yesterday. She’d been expecting something to happen and her mind made it happen. That was it. Everything was going to be fine, she told herself.

Her father would return tomorrow night, school would start again on Monday and things would go back to the way they were before this whole mess started. And from now on, she’ll have to avoid the nonsense her grandmother says. It would only make matters worse, she feared. But Gilia would do it without her knowledge. She loved Gran and didn’t want to hurt her; she was only trying to help in her own eccentric way.

Gilia switched off the antique gold lamp beside the bed and felt the built up stress from this weekend slowly seep out. Her muscles relaxed and even her shoulders had eased from the burning sensation on the finger marks. She counted her breathing hoping it would ease her into sleep faster, because her body was exhausted.

Minutes past and Gilia felt entirely unperturbed. Her legs and arms were almost tingling, her head had stopped aching and the hair that was draped around her face slipped back against the pillow. Gilia had no idea where this overwhelming sense of calm came from, but she relished the sensation until a button popped off her nightshirt.

“What in God’s name?” she said looking down. The flannel cotton had split open at the base of her throat as if someone had snapped the sides apart.

Gilia closed her eyes as the calm feeling melted away; her breathing quickened and she repeated over and over inside her head that this was just another hallucination. This wasn’t really happening. Another button flung up from her shirt and bounced onto the floor.

A convulsing shiver swept her body followed by gooseflesh as a wisp of something that felt of silk brushed over her exposed skin. Gilia didn’t dare open her eyes. She couldn’t with her fear being too potent.

The stone necklace that still hung around her neck broke easily. Somewhere on the other side of the room, Gilia heard it clatter to the floor as it had the first night. “No, please,” she whimpered and held her hands over her face.

A deep chuckle sounded directly over her, as more buttons popped off quicker now. A cold caress of air swept over her chest and stomach as the shirt now lay at her sides. Tears built and threatened to fall as she felt his hands gracefully glide up her torso, teasing and testing the softness of her skin. “Why?” she choked out between gasps. She didn’t know whether it was a question to him or in general why this was happening to her.
“Why not?” a male voice answered back.

The shock of hearing him again made her willingly open her eyes. Expecting to see the speckled ceiling above her bed, Gilia almost screamed at the large sinister figure hovering over her. His features were hard to make out, but the long waves of hair as dark as raven wings was unmistakable. And the eyes. If Gilia could describe the man’s eyes, she’d say they were orbs as bright as a full moon in clear skies. Only they were aqua blue.

The man flashed his teeth in a wide grin, “Scream if you like. No one will hear you.”

“What have you done with Gran?” If anything had happened to her, Gilia would claw those mesmerizing blue eyes right from his head.

“Relax, she’s only sleeping. The old woman will wake like normal in the morning long after I’m gone,” he stated simply and cupped his hand over her right breast, squeezing and probing.

She inhaled sharply and knocked his hand away, “Don’t touch me!”

His grin faded as he replaced his hand and grabbed her with more force. This time it hurt. Gilia was too afraid to push his hand away again in fear the next time he refuted would be even worse. She could sense the anger building in him. “You’re mine sweetheart, remember? I gave you fair warning and now I’ve come to collect.”

Her lips were trembling, “Wha…What do you mean?”

Toying with her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, the man bent his head down and licked the tip jolting pleasure through her body that quickly returned to pain as he clasped harder with his fingers. “Stop, please. You’re hurting me!”

“That’s the point sweetheart.”

The tormenting pleasure stopped as he traced her skin with long fingernails down to the tip of her panties about to expose more skin, but Gilia couldn’t lay there allowing him to touch her any longer. It was too much for her to bear. If he kept on going, Gilia feared what he might do to her. His state of arousal was obvious brushing against her thigh.

Quickly rolling off the side of the bed, she clicked the lamp back on and tried grabbing the phone to call the police. Before she could even reach for it, the man’s arms were around her waist pulling her back to the bed. “No! Let me go, you freak!”

He slammed her into the mattress and held her still by the throat. When Gilia saw him in the light, she couldn’t form a coherent thought. His body was built like a man in his prime and completely stark naked. Broad shoulders, muscular chest and he had a slim waist. The strong planes to his face were harsh, but sleek. And as his eyes gazed into hers, Gilia could swear he was burning a hole right through her stomach. They were so strange, even in the light she could see their mysterious glow.

His hold on her eased, but he didn’t let go entirely. “Gilia, you have to play nice.”

“Go to hell!” she snapped. His brow furrowed distorting his elegant features, as if she’d struck a nerve. It wasn’t until her cheek stung and throbbed, she realized he’d back handed her across the face.

“That wasn’t nice,” he said through gritted teeth. “Now I’ll have to punish you.”

Gilia could see the blissful gleam as he ripped her shirt from her arms and followed with her underwear. His hands formed a vise around her waist as he tugged her towards him. “Stop! Don’t do this! I promise I won’t say anything else, just please…”

“Oh I believe it’s too late for that little one. My time to collect is now. So, if I were you I’d just lay back and let it happen, otherwise this is going to really hurt.”

“But you can’t!”

He was finished talking. God help her. Gilia’s body began to shake uncontrollably. There was nothing she could do to get away. His grip was unbearably powerful, digging his long, sharp fingernails into her flesh. Crescents of blood where they punctured through formed a path down to her thighs as he forced them apart.

Gilia braced herself waiting for him to enter, but when he didn’t she looked up at him, gritting her teeth to keep them from chattering too loudly. He’d probably back hand her again for being afraid, she thought.

It was creepy the way he just hovered over her body, staring down concentrating as though she were a science project he couldn’t quite figure out. “What are you waiting for?” she asked. “Just get it over with.”

“Why? I’m enjoying watching you squirm.” He was a monster. The anticipation of being violated by this man or entity or…she didn’t even really know what he was. But one thing was certain. There was no way in hell this was a figment of her imagination. She wasn’t in a trance. This was real. As real as she lay on the bed living and breathing. Gilia just hoped she continued living and breathing, because this man could kill her with a flick of his fingernail across her jugular.

The pain as he forced himself inside her made a scream rip from her throat. She hadn’t expected it to be right then and the burning sting made every muscle clench as she tried to force him off her. But it was a feeble attempt.

“Mmm, innocence,” he purred and paused only a moment longer to laugh at her before pounding his thick manhood deep and violently between her legs. Her pain amused him. It took everything she had not to sob hysterically.

Gilia wanted to know when the end was coming. As soon as he was finished, surely he would kill her and she wanted to be aware for her final moments. Her face contorted in agony as his thrusts grew in strength. Gilia had tried turning away from him, but he yanked her chin back to watch as he violated her body.

Minutes ticked by, but felt like hours of suffering that showed no signs of stopping. The man leaned down kissing Gilia, using his tongue to taste the skin of her lips. He groaned vigorously as it entered her mouth. To her surprise, he wasn’t repulsive tasting, but she was definitely not enjoying any of this and hoped it would be over soon. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

His body was slick with sweat at the exertion raping her caused. It didn’t matter how mesmerizing his face or eyes were, Gilia radiated hatred for this man. He stopped his movements only for a moment to gaze down at her in wonder; his long wavy hair dangling around his harsh features. “What the hell?” he whispered.

But his bewilderment was short lived as he drove into her once more, only the force behind it was the greatest she’d felt yet. Her voice didn’t know whether to scream or gasp from the torment her body was taking. She could already feel her muscles growing weaker by the second.

Just as she thought this would never end, he thrust his final time, releasing and groaning against her ear. His face reflected an intensity beyond Gilia’s comprehension. Everything he’d done to her had been pain and anguish, but he’d collapsed against her breasts exhausted and satisfied. The bastard, she thought.
Gilia couldn’t help it as the tears streaked her face. She was sore, covered in his sweat and cum and probably her own blood. If she’d had any strength left, Gilia would have attempted to shove him off her. He wasn’t budging as she passed the time, waiting for his breathing to measure back to normal.

When he slowly pushed away from her, another jolt of pleasure must have hit him. His creepy aqua eyes rolled in the back of his head, he groaned and terrifyingly large black wings sprung out from his shoulder blades and stretched the length of her grandmother’s guest room. Gilia cried out and scrambled back on the bed to get away from him, trying to ignore her muscles’ protests.

“What the fuck?” she yelled, bunching herself into a ball, thinking that would protect her from this evil creature for some crazy reason. He wasn’t human or a normal ghost, that was for damn sure.

The lamp light made the sweat on his arms and chest shimmer as he backed away further from her as well. If it hadn’t been for the surprised look on his face, Gilia would have passed out from fear, but he looked as anxious as she did.

“It can’t be,” he said. His wings began retracting and curled around his body protective like. The skin on his wings was shiny with blues and purples hinted like raven feathers, but the texture looked rubbery. Veins worked their way through the folds and cracks. Gilia didn’t think the wings were what bothered him though. It was her that had him perplexed and she didn’t know why. All he had done was rape her and cum like any man would have. What was the big fuss about?

Gilia screamed once more as he marched forward and snatched her arm in a painful grip. His mouth opened like he wanted to speak, but nothing came out. He shoved her away like a discarded wrapper making Gilia’s head knock into the wall. The room spun as the man’s figure faded away in the room like water evaporating, until she was left alone, hurt, nauseated and feeling like she might collapse any moment. Her vision kept blurring off and on and then finally darkness took her when she could no longer face the pain and exhaustion.