Pisachas

Chapter Five

“Put me down!” Gilia screamed, pushing against her capture’s firm shoulders, getting nowhere.

“Fine,” he laughed tossing her onto the king size bed with a fluffy gray comforter, intricate designs on iron rails and a mesh canopy overhead. She felt tiny, swallowed by its massive size like she did when in his arms and very vulnerable.

“I demand to know where you’ve taken me! When my father finds me missing he’ll…”

“He’ll what? Call the police?” Her capture was enjoying baiting her.

“Damn straight, he will.” Gilia sat up with her arms crossed in a stubborn manner. She wouldn’t let him see how horrified she really was.

He lowered himself down beside her on the bed and placed his hand on her knee possessively, sending tremors of fear knowing what those hands were capable of. She tried covering her unease up quickly, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “You are far from home, little one. I dare say further than any human has a right too, but you were meant to be mine.”

“I am not! Nor will I ever be yours,” Gilia said it as though she were spitting acid at the man. He didn’t take it well.

His hand tightened around her knee until his fingernails threatened to break the skin, “You are mine. You have been chosen as my companion and there are no other options. You can never return to your world.”

Gilia bit her lip to keep from lashing out hysterically. He was nuts! “Look dude…”

“Call me Sach. It isn’t really my name, but under the circumstances I think it would be best.”

“Sach, crazy man, whatever…I don’t know what kind of drugs you’re on, but you can’t kidnap someone and expect there not to be any consequences.”

Sach stood up from the bed, seeming like a giant. His shadow hovered over Gilia’s head and she quivered inward, praying he wouldn’t hit her.

“I have paid for my sins little one. And there are no consequences down here.”

“Down here? What do you mean?” Gilia had this strange feeling she was exactly where she’d guessed he lived earlier. “Are we in Hell?”

Sach shook his head, “Despite what you must think of me…no we are not in Hell. Hell is the lowest level of the Underworld and reserved for only the evilest of blasphemers.”

“So what level is this?”

“My my, you are a curious one. Enough questions for today. As my companion, I have needs to be met.” He started for her and suddenly Gilia sensed how naked she really was in just a bathrobe. Lord, she didn’t even have any clothes!

Gilia sprang up from the bed as he dropped down onto it. “Wait! I’m not some sex slave you can use whenever you want!” Her gaze searched for a way out, but there wasn’t even a door to this bedroom she was trapped in.

“Actually that is exactly what you are…if I wish you to be.” He crawled across the bed and off, snagging her around the waist before she could get away. “No! Please don’t do this!”

“Why not honey, you didn’t enjoy our last time together?” Gilia heard the snake like sarcasm and smacked Sach across the face without even thinking. His bright blue eyes iced over to hard stones. “You bitch!” He grabbed her by the hair, yanking while she followed his lead helplessly. She yelped aloud. The pain was nothing compared to other punishments she knew he was capable of, but her eyes still watered from the sharp jolts every time he tugged. Sach tossed her to the stone floor in front of the fire place. Her knees and palms hit first scrapping as they felt her weight.

“Never strike me. Is that understood?” Gilia curled in a ball and waited for him to hit her back. She dared a peek over her arms. He was simply standing there watching her as if waiting to see if she’d fight back. Damn him, he was enjoying this.

“You look so scrumptious; I might just have you on the floor.” He knelt beside her as the burning tears formed in her eyes. If this was how ever day of her life from now on was going to be, then she prayed for death. Maybe she should provoke him so he’d just kill her and end this inevitable suffering.

“I hate you,” she whispered through sobs.

“Hate me all you like, little one. It still doesn’t change the fact you belong to me. And I will have a willing companion soon.”

“When Hell freezes over,” Gilia said sniffing into her hands that were pressed over her red, streaked face.

“Hell is frozen. Has been since Lucifer fell. His heart turned to ice and all damned live in arctic solitude alongside him.”

God, why did he have to say things like that? Gilia was already scared out of her mind and he spoke of Hell as if he’d seen it. From what she’d known about him so far, he probably has. Gilia waited for his touch that signified his need to have her, but it never came. Her shoulders trembled as she pressed her face against the cold stones of the floor. She could smell the dirt and moisture of the ground. There were probably deep underground or something.

“I need to leave you for a little while, but when I return, I expect you to be more willing.” She sensed he stood up and heard a gust of wind whirling around the room abruptly, even though she couldn’t feel its affects. He was gone.

Thank god, she’d escaped this time, but the next Gilia knew she wouldn’t be so lucky. She knew deep in her soul that if he didn’t get the sex he was after, the price Gilia would pay would be terrifying. But then again, if he killed her…well, that would be better than this horrifying anticipation and the actual act of raping her. Gilia wondered if she had the courage to stand up to him or not. He frightened her so, but she wouldn’t give in to his harassment. As soon as he returned, she’d let him know she was not going to be easy, in every sense of the word.