Misfortune of the Best Kind.

Part 4

She was somewhere…somewhere she shouldn’t be. The air was humid and hot. Steam was emitting from the pools around her. She was in a building….The floor was marble and so were the walls.

‘This looks like a thermae1?’

There was a scent in the air. Very sweet, yet masculine. She could hear groans coming from somewhere. Ragged breathing and low moans. The steam wasn’t allowing her to see where the noise was coming from or what it was coming from.

Slowly she walked towards the noise. She could see the outline of two figures, but they were still blurred. As she came closer the steam began to clear until she could see who it was. It was Gabriel…and he was on top of someone.

It was a boy, no older than 14 and he was crying under him. Gabrielle was in him, Anna could see that now. Blood was pouring out of the boy. He seemed in so much pain.

“Get off of him you monster!” Anna cried to Gabriel, “Can’t you see that you’re hurting him.”

Gabrielle said nothing as he continued to plunge into the boy. Anna rushed towards him, she tried to push him off, but she couldn’t seem to move him. He simply continued as if she wasn’t there. Anna cried and continued to beg for him to get off of the boy. But Gabrielle simply continued unrelentingly, grunting once in a while as the boy under him shook with his sobs.

After what seemed like hours, Gabrielle gave a final thrust, shuddered and slipped his spent member out of the boy. The boy lay limp on the floor while Gabrielle got up.

“Dovreste ascoltare la prima volta me, il mio cherub.” (You should have listened to me the first time, my cherub.) Gabrielle murmured as he walked out.

Anna, who leaning against the wall - sobbing into her hands, got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the unmoving boy. She put the boy’s head on her lap and pushed his curly brown hair out of his eyes. As she looked at his tear stained cheeks and his glazed blue eyes she couldn't help but cry harder.

“Siete un angelo?” (Are you an angel?) The boy asked in a pained whisper. Anna opened her eyes and looked down at the boy.

“What did you say?” She asked him. The boy, as if in some sort of trance, slowly pushed himself up and brought his face close to Anna’s.

“Dovete essere un angelo. Siete qui conservarli dal demon.” (You must be an angel. You're here to save me from the demon.) The boy whispered with awe. Anna held his face in her hands and tried to quite her sobbing. The boy looked so innocent. His tear stained face so hopeful. She wished she could understand him. She wished she could take the pain out of his eyes.

The boy’s eyes trailed down Anna’s form. Anna confused, looked down at herself and realized that she was wearing some sort of thin, white gown that had apparently gone transparent from the humidity in the air. Blushing, she swiftly covered herself. The boy let out a whine of protest. Weakly he brought his hand to the one that was covering her breasts and gently pushed it away.

Anna could do nothing but watch the boy’s lovely young face. When he saw that Anna was not making any objections, he gave her a tender smile.

‘How could someone who was violated as this boy was, give me such a beautiful smile?’ She thought to herself. 'We are the lost children.' She returned his smile tenderly.

The boy still looking at Anna, lowered his head and placed a kiss on one of her nipples. So gentle was the kiss that she could hardly feel it.

He brought a finger up and slowly traced the outline of her breasts trailed his finger down her stomach till his hand came to rest on her covered mound. He seemed fascinated with everything he saw and touched.

“Il mio angelo bello.” (My beautiful angel.) The boy whispered. He brought his face up to hers and nuzzled his nose into her cheek. “Lo manterrete sicuro.” (You will keep me safe.)

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Anna woke with a startled gasp. She looked around. She was in her bedroom and she was alone.

‘Maybe I should just never go to sleep?’ Anna contemplated as she laid her head back down on the pillow.

Note from Author

1: This is a Roman bath house. I’m not sure if they are in use any longer.

I’m sorry but I got all of my translations from the internet, so they’re probably not accurate.
This chapter gave a little bit of hindsight into Gabriel's character.