Pisachas

Chapter Four

As soon as Gilia woke, she’d managed to stumble towards the bathroom across the hall from the guest room. Ignoring the blood and cum stains on her grandmother’s quilt, it looked more like a massacre. And Gilia couldn’t bear looking at it right now. The memory of what had happened was too fresh in her mind.

The muscles in both legs quivered and screamed in protest as she moved them into the bathroom. The cream tiled floor was icy on the pads of her feet. Gilia had barely made it to the tub, dropping to the floor just before it. It hurt her ribs, but she leaned over the porcelain side and slung her body over and reached out to turn the hot water on.

It was cold at first, but quickly warmed, the steam beating down on her bruised and battered body. She must have passed out earlier for a few hours because the blood that had run between her legs had dried and crusted to her skin. Gilia watched it slowly snake down to the drain, turning the water pink.

Gilia didn’t really want to know, but her innocence had been stolen and she had to make sure no permanent damage had been done. When she placed her hand over her womanhood to test out the damage, sharp pains radiated over her lower pelvis and legs. There would definitely be bruises.

Gilia closed her legs tightly, trying not to think about how much that even hurt to do and clamped her eyes shut, just lying there with the scalding water streaming down onto her. Maybe if she laid here long enough, the pain along with the memory would wash away down the drain with the blood, sweat and semen. She doubted that.
Never in all her life had she felt so utterly broken. Before, Gilia had been a normal young adult and an excellent student just striving for an average job. Maybe find a husband along the way and start a family, but now… Who would want someone used up like a waded tissue? Because that’s what she felt like. There was no going back; Gilia would never be the same again.

All because of him. She didn’t even know his name nor did she care to know, but she hated everything about him and prayed he never came back. If she could ask for just one thing in her life…she’d ask for that creature of the night to never return again.


A week went by in a blur. Gilia had forced herself to return to class, but even the teachers knew she wasn’t really there. Her attention for the mundane had dwindled to nothing in an instant. After what she’d been through, the little stressful things in life didn’t seem to matter so much. But her grades were slipping fast and Gilia really didn’t care.

After that night, her grandmother had woken up in a daze and cleaned the whole house without a word. And then snapped back to normal, like nothing had happened to either one of them. That bastard must have put her in some trance to keep her from knowing he’d been there. But since then, nothing had happened.

Every night Gilia would lay down in her bed wide awake with a cold kitchen knife pressed to her chest and leave all the lights on, but it didn’t matter because he never came. She’d tremble with unnecessary fear all through the night, maybe getting an hour’s worth of sleep by each morning. It was beginning to take its toll on her though. Even her father had noticed a major difference in his daughter.

They were sitting at the breakfast table before work and class, “Honey what’s wrong? You look exhausted. Is this semester being hard on you?”

Oh if only he knew the truth, but she couldn’t tell him. It was too unbelievable. Frank had a good head on his shoulders and spouting that some demon in the night with huge black wings had come and raped her would be nothing more than a cruel humorless joke to him. And her grandmother, Sibell, still went about her days with ignorance of what had transpired in her own home.

If Gilia tried hard enough, maybe in a few years time, she’d recover from this, but in the mean time…things were nauseatingly horrible. If she wasn’t so scared at night, things might be better. Every time something would make a noise or a branch would brush against the side of the house, Gilia practically jumped out of her skin. With her heart pounding in her ears, she wanted nothing more than to run to her daddy’s room like she had as a child during a scary storm. Only she wasn’t a child anymore and this storm she would have to face on her own.

It was once again Sunday and Gilia feared this night more than the others. She didn’t think he would come again after so long, but there was always that bit of doubt gnawing away at her common sense. Besides, didn’t he tell her he’d come to collect something from her? Gilia had assumed it had been her virginity and now that he had it, he’d leave her alone for the rest of her life. Wouldn’t he?

Gilia stepped out of the shower, drying herself off and buffing her hair. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and noticed the bruises had faded to small yellow blotches around her inner thighs. The soreness inside her had also faded, but she was still a little tender. It would be a cold day in hell, before she’d ever have sex again. The act was disgusting and Gilia would rather die than have a man touch her.

She combed the tangles from her wet maroon hair. It was almost to the middle of her back, it had gotten so long. Gilia really needed to cut it, but recently she hadn’t the heart to. It reminded her of the only memory she had left of her mother running her fingers through it as a little girl. She’d died in a car accident when Gilia was only five and right now she really wished her mom was still alive. If only she were here…

Gilia mentally shook herself. But she wasn’t and even if her mother was, the situation probably wouldn’t change much. Because Gilia would want to protect her mother from this nightmare as much as the others.

Gilia hung her towel on the back of the bathroom door to dry and grabbed her fuzzy cream robe. It made her skin feel like silk underneath, but everything was far too sensitive still. Perhaps it was just the recollection of that night that made her skin so, but it was painful to think about.

As she tide the sash around her waist, Gilia lifted her hands to pull her hair from the robe. Only her hair was already being pulled out. Her stomach dropped as her lungs squeezed all the air out like they were being mashed to the floor. Large fingers brushed the side of her neck and Gilia felt a chin settle on her shoulder breathing in her scent.

A form slowly appeared like he was the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland and he moaned in delight. “Ah, just as sweet as I remember.”

She bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Why was this happening to her? Not again, please! She silently screamed in her head.

There was no way she could speak; he choked every bit of voice right out of her with his own. “I usually don’t return for seconds, but you my sweet have something special about you.”

The burning behind her eyes would give her desperation away, but Gilia stood there ram rod straight, knowing he could easily pull her back to him. She had to be brave if she was going to survive this a second time.

Her chest rose and fell much quicker than his own, but the steady warmth against her spine was by no means comforting. Instead of reaching around her waist to untie the sash like she thought he was about to do, he merely turned her body to face his.

There were no massive wings spread behind him, nor was he naked. Well, his chest was bare, but this time he had black slacks resting on his lean hips and bare feet. But his abnormally long black silk hair draped his shoulders and bright blue eyes flashed as he studied her. “What are you do…”

She began but he silenced her with his lips pressing hard and possessively against her own. Gilia pulled away and this time he allowed it. She gripped her robe tight together and held one hand over her mouth. He only chuckled a moment before folding his arms across his chest. “I’ve decided to keep you Gilia. I didn’t think you ever existed, but you do and now you must return with me.”

She lowered just her hand from her mouth and kept her other firmly clasped on the garment’s edges. “What are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“Yes you are, sweetheart. You have no say in this.”

“But you can’t do this!” She wailed trying to think of some reason she should stay. She didn’t even know where this man lived and didn’t want to know, because surely it was Hell.

“I can and I will. I’m allotted one human in my domain and you are the chosen one.”

Before she could refute him further he grasped her around the waist again, pressing her body against his own. She could feel his arousal growing by their close proximity and Gilia cringed. “Please,” she whimpered into his chest as he held her closer.

“Hold on little one.” And with that, the ugly pink bathroom began fading away, a mist of darkness swirled around them like a hurricane. Her stomach fluttered as pink morphed into black and Gilia felt her feet leave the tiled floor. Warm winds that coursed around them with unfamiliarity beat against her skin and whirled her hair erratically as she clung for dear life to her rapist. It was all she could do; despite the fact she hated him. It was instinctive. And before she knew it another place started to appear before her eyes. One darker, one older with bland colors of grays and browns. Gilia feared her new life was going to be a different kind of nightmare all together.