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The Sleeping Devil Ch. 01

By: notoriouslild07



I was an innocent second year college good girl when I first met Jaysin at a party. I really hadn't wanted to be there but I'd been coerced by several friends into being their designated driver. It was the dead of winter, a super cold January night, and I was standing, shivering, by a bonfire, trying to expose as much of myself to it's heat as possible while keeping the side away from the heat warm. It was a losing battle. Jaysin spoke to me, he was the only other one at the party, it appeared, who was not either drinking or doing some form of illegal drugs. 

He was tall, probably about six feet or more, I guessed, and that alone intimidated me. I couldn't see his hair as it was under a dark blue or black toboggan, hard to tell in the dim firelight. His clothes weren't like the rest of the preppie college types, he wore the dress of a working man. Torn jeans, heavy dark coat with what might have been several different colors of paint and some dirt too. His hand, the one that I could see as the other was in his coat pocket, was rough, calloused. He had the beginnings of a goatee and sidebars, and though his features were that of a younger man, his eyes belied him, told that he had lived too long in too short of a time. Life had been hard for Jaysin, and in return, Jaysin had learned to be hard right back. "What's your name?" he asked and I shied away from him a bit. 

"Cassidy." I replied, looking into his piercing blue eyes and feeling, from his stare alone, that he was not someone to betray or lie to. A feeling of apprehension came over me in a nearly nauseating wave, but I was so afraid of him that I dared not move in case he got angry at me for being rude or snobby, neither of which were even remote traits I carried. 

He moved a little closer to me and said, in a deep voice that made chill bumps come up for a completely different reason, "Another fallen angel, perhaps?" He said, more to himself than aloud, then searched my eyes as if a response and when I offered none verbally and he apparently didn't see what he was looking for on my face he smiled and said, "No, I think not.But don't worry, I can help you with that." 

At that moment a giggling college freshman girl I recognized from campus came up and grabbed his arm. "Let's go, baby, I'm tired and it's fuckin freezing out here." She took notice of me and her eyes narrowed suspiciously, pulling his arm a little harder. He shook her off impatiently, roughly. 

"Go wait in the car Amanda." he said and she stomped her foot impatiently and made an annoyed sound. He turned to her and said, in an imperious tone, but without raising his voice, "Go, NOW!" Amanda quailed under his stare and then looked at me and I read in her eyes that she was utterly terrified of the man between us, but the look was quickly replaced by contempt for me. She turned and stormed away and he turned his attention back to me. "I'm sorry about that, she's about to not be a problem anymore, so why don't we get together?" 

"I...I don't..." I stammered and he smiled again, and again it did not touch his eyes, which were beginning to draw my attention most curiously. 

"I'll see you soon." He handed me a worn piece of paper with his name and number on it and I found myself tucking it into my pocket almost mechanically, as if I couldn't stop myself. I noticed his name was Jaysin and marvelled at the spelling, though it was soon forgotten, it would not be for long. 

For a week, the little slip of paper lay unnoticed on my dresser, until late one Friday night I was awakened by my apartment phone ringing. I received a jolt of unpleasant recognition as I looked at the caller I.D., it was his number, I remembered it though I'd never really paid it much attention. I answered as sleepily as I could so that he'd know he'd called too late. "H-hello?" I faked a yawn for added effect.

"Do you know who this is?" he asked and I paused knowing I couldn't lie, it was too late. The pause had betrayed me, he'd know I knew no matter what I said. 

"Y-yes, this is Jaysin...how did you get this number?" I asked, becoming a little uncomfortable, as if I could feel his ice blue stare through the phone. His voice was deep and his tone friendly but guarded, as I hoped mine was. 

"Oh a little of this and that." he said in a non-commital tone, blowing off my question, then he said, "I thought I might stop by your place tonight and we could hang out." 

"I...I don't think..." the door buzzer sounded and at the exact same moment the phone call ended. It couldn't be him, I thought, how would he have found me? "Shit!" I exclaimed to myself as I hurried to the speaker praying it was one of my friends. "Y-yes?" 

"You gonna let me in or not?" he said and despite my misgivings I found my hand automatically moving to the button to unlock the downstairs door. I paused in mid-movement, staring at my trembling fingers, wanting to stop but then my hand jerked forward and hit the switch quickly releasing it, hoping he hadn't had time to get the door open. A few moments later he knocked so lightly on my door I thought there was some mistake, but also knew it was done so as not to make too much noise. I opened the door and he strode into my apartment and stopped, waiting for me to close the door. His looks were greatly improved, or either I had remembered him differently due to the uncomfortable situation of the party and the cold and my general fear of him then. He was still just as tall, I could see his hair now, it was light brown that was more blonde towards the end, and it was beginning to get long, so he was obviously letting it grow for whatever reason. His sidebars were neatly trimmed but his goatee was longer and a bit out of control for my liking, but I could forgive him that, I supposed, as I appraised him. 

"I...yes." I said to him, feeling myself begin to blush uncontrollably as his ice blue eyes slid over me, he was appraising my appearance as well. I was dressed for bed, wearing old blue flannel pajama pants and a thin white cotton tank top that I was pretty sure even in the dim light from the living room lamp he could see right through, and I wasn't wearing a bra. I crossed my arms to cover my breasts, I'd glanced down and seen that my nipples were rather prominent owing to my having been gotten out of my warm bed so suddenly. "I'm a little uncomfortable with you being here." 

"Oh, come on, now, girl, I'm harmless." he smiled and moved into the living room, taking a seat on my threadbare sofa. He looked around the room quietly for a moment and then back at me. "Nice place you've got here...for a college kid." 

"Thanks." I said, perching on my old recliner nervously. I could feel my hands shaking and wound them in my lap to prevent him from noticing, if he hadn't already. "How...how old are you?" 

"Thirty-four this year. And you would be right about twenty or twenty-one?" he asked and I nodded, I was twenty-one, but then he could have asked anyone that. I was staring intently at the wooden floor to avoid meeting his eyes. "You got something to drink?" 

"I...I'll get it for you." I said and hurried into the kitchen, letting the swinging door shut behind me. I grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and as I turned to the refrigerator and collided with Jaysin, who had followed me, silently. Startled, I dropped the glass but with quick reflexes he caught the glass before it even came close to shattering on the tile floor and handed it back to me, smiling. "Thanks..." I said, blushing, furious at myself for the way I was behaving. He waved off my gratitude with a good natured gesture and move out of my way to lean against the counter, I noticed the tattoos on his arms for the first time, I realized he'd taken off his coat and was wearing a sleeveless shirt, which struck me as odd for wintertime. "You got a CD player? This place needs some music." 

"A...yes, in my room." I said, without thinking, and before I could continue I'd really rather he didn't go in there he had already disappeared from the kitchen, leaving behind him a slight hint of cologne that was rather pleasant though I'd be damned before I admitted it. I poured him a drink and then fixed myself one as well and walked stiffly back to my bedroom, my hands shaking so badly I could barely keep from spilling the drinks. I jumped in the hallway at the sound of extremely heavy metal suddenly blaring from my stereo. The volume turned down slightly, I realized he was adjusting it to not disturb my neighbors and mused to myself that at least he was polite about that. "Your...your drink." 

"Thank you." he said, sitting on my bed and looking around. I had a king sized bed my parents had given me as a gift for my first apartment. It had been a bitch getting it in but I loved having it because at my modest five foot six inches in height it was a massive bed and I could sleep any way I wanted to lay and never find an edge from the middle. I had black sheets and blankets and several types of different wall hangings of dragons and things over dark purple walls. Around the ceiling I'd hung miniature blacklights and figured if he was going to see the room he might as well get the whole effect. I plugged them in and turned off the main light by pulling the cord, leaving the black lacquer ceiling fan on low. He looked suitably impressed at the decorations and nodded. He looked down at his feet which were on a thick black faux-fur rug that spanned the complete underside of my bed, I didn't like cold hardwoods on my bare feet first thing in the morning. "This is a cool room. I usually like to see a woman's bedroom before I'll even consider dating her. I can pretty much tell what kind of person she is just by that." 

"Are you still with Amanda?" I asked, remembering that I hadn't seen her at any of the restaurants or even on campus for quite some time, and seeking desperately any topic of conversation. "I used to see her every day and now that I think about it I haven't seen her in a while." I saw from his expression I shouldn't have asked just a moment too late. For a moment he looked annoyed but then his expression became blank, completely unreadable.

"Yes...regrettable circumstances with that one." He sighed and took a long drink. "She was a bit too...obsessive." 

I didn't know what to say in response, so I remained silent for a long while, leaning against the door jamb. Finally I braved another attempt at conversation, "Why don't we move back into the living room where we can both sit down. I'd be more comfortable if..." I suggested. 

"Now, why do that when there's a perfectly good bed right here." He cut me off and then slid over and patted me a spot beside him. I felt the color that had been so prominent in my face drain away suddenly as I stared at him. "Come on now, I told you, I'm harmless." The gentleness of his tone did not touch the coldness of his eyes when he spoke, and again that mechanical feeling came over me as I felt my legs moving me forward. I sat nervously against the headboard, well out of his immediate reach and stretching my legs out so that they were between us, my feet didn't come close to touching him. For a long while after I sat he kept his back to me, seeming to be entranced in the music blaring from my stereo, his hands and feet moving silently with the drums. After a time he stood and crossed the room, closing the door and unplugging my little blacklights. I immediately turned on the spider lamp by my bed and sat staring at him wide-eyed as he drew close to me. 

I was leaning against the headboard, I drew my knees up to my chest, my breath began to come in short, silent gasps, trembling slightly. I felt my face burning. I'd never been alone in a room with a man in my life, and I could tell he knew this just from my behavior. He sat down closer to me now, allowing me to keep my legs between us, I could tell his intent was not to scare me but that he was enjoying my fear all the same. "What's the matter?" he asked in a soft deep voice. 

"N-nothing." I gasped as he crawled past me and lay down on his side, facing me, staring at me so that I knew he wanted me to lay down, too. I didn't know what else to do, so I joined him, but with my back to him, my eyes and mouth closed tightly. I felt him slide up against me, felt him reach over me to turn off the lamp and then settle in behind me. . My arms were locked across my breasts protectively and I felt his hand slide around my waist and tightened my grip so that I began to tremble uncontrollably. His hand slid up, pushing it's way under my right arm, up until it found my breast. He rested his hand there lightly as if waiting for me to resist or refuse this advance. When I did not, he caressed my nipple gently, sending a wave of unwanted pleasure through me and then he squeezed it violently. I gasped from the pain, but didn't make a sound otherwise, and this seemed to encourage him to move further. "Take your shirt off." He said in my ear, his voice a growling whisper, his breath hot on the side of my face.

"W-what?" I asked, now literally shaking in absolute terror. "NO!" I exclaimed and with one deft movement he'd ripped it from my body so fast that I barely realized it was gone, so fast I didn't even hear it tear. He made a second movement and I knew he'd thrown it on the floor. "I-I liked that shirt." I said and he laughed coldly in my ear.

"We'll get this straight now. I am in control of you here, if no where else. Do as I say or suffer the consequences." He brought his right hand down on my right thigh extremely hard to back up his warning. "Learn that and we'll get along just fine...now, take off those pants or they'll go the same way as the shirt did." 

I removed my pajama pants, blushing furiously, glad he could only barely see me in the dim light from the window which was almost completely covered. My back was still to him so that I was surprised when he slid back up against me, to feel his naked flesh against me, his hardened organ pressing against my back through his boxers I winced away from it and he pulled me back into him and slid it obscenely up the middle of my back. I'd had no experience at the time so I didn't know that he was extremely well endowed. "Let me feel that pussy." he whispered in my ear, hooking my panties with a thumb at my hip and sliding them down. I resisted his hand and received another sharp smack on my rear, this time, and two more times before I finally gave to his will. He slipped his hand down and whispered to me, "Not shaved...we'll have to change that, won't we?" he paused, I answered him with a terrified whimper and he gave another little laugh and said, "Yes, it will be shaved before I see you next."

I gave a tiny moan as his fingers found my opening, which was far from being wet, and he slid a thick finger into me and began to work me dryly at first, but then with mounting pressure I felt myself becoming wet against my will. He found my clitoris with his finger and caused me to jerk away from him and then, without warning, pulled me onto my back and though I struggled, thinking he was going to mount me, instead he worked his face down and began to lick at me hungrily. I cried out as an electric shock, an inter-mingling of pain and ecstacy flew through my body. He'd found my clitoris, and with every quick but light stroke of his tongue my legs jumped violently, involuntarily. "Am I hurting you, baby?" he asked almost innocently and I answered by thrusting my hips up, I didn't want him to stop, as much as I hated this, I wanted it as well. 

"No...Yes...I don't know." I gasped and he laughed softly and continued his ravenous feasting. Quite suddenly, though, it ended and I felt him rising up and tensed, well aware of what was coming. He rubbed himself against me, against my clit and I moaned in fear and closed my eyes, turning my head away from him. I reached up to stop him, putting my hands weakly against his chest and he caught them both in his right hand which was still damp with my juices. 

"Is this what you want?" he asked in that same soft growl and I didn't answer. He slapped my outer thigh and I nodded, not sure if he saw me but guessing that it wouldn't matter if I wanted it or not. "Are you sure?" he asked and this caused me to look at him, which was exactly what he wanted because at the exact moment our eyes met he forced himself into me and I cried out in pain and saw his eyes wickedly alight with excitement. After the initial thrust he was gentle for a moment, which wasn't so bad. His blue eyes, barely visible in the light from my window, locked on my own brown ones. He was staring at me with inherent evil in his eyes, malicious, darkness coming from him and yet he seemed to be so tender, but I was deceived. He leaned forward, pinning my hands to the bed and kissed me when our lips met he drove into me with such force it felt as if he'd knocked the air out of my lungs. I cried out and he broke the kiss and whispered, "What's on your mind, baby?" 

"Scared..." I whispered and he leaned closer, so that I could smell the soft scent of him, and I spoke louder, though my voice was broken with a sudden urge to break down and cry, "I said 'scared.'"

"Why are you scared of me?" He thrust violently again and I felt the tears come to my eyes this time. I could smell blood but didn't know where it was coming from. He began to ride me at a regular rhythm now giving hard deep thrusts occasionally as though he enjoyed hearing me cry out in pain. His thrusting became more frantic and I closed my eyes in fear and shame digging my fingernails into his back in an attempt to stop him. He tensed, gave a shuddering moan, and collapsed, but not on me, rather propped on his own arms looking down at me though, for a fleeting moment, his eyes were closed, his face bore an expression of complete, evil ecstacy. He leaned down, kissing my neck gently. He pulled out of me and I felt his seed spill out onto the sheets as he sat up and stared down, smiling. "You're bleeding a bit." 

I didn't say anything, just rolled onto my side, feeling confused and somewhat dirty. He left the room and returned with a towel, which he tossed at me and a towel for himself. He busied himself getting clean as thoroughly as he could without a shower but I remained where I was, trying not to stare at his nakedness. He had a nice physique, athletic, lean, but I didn't want to admit this to myself at the moment. I just wanted to hate him for having done this to me. He picked up the towel and threaded it between my legs gently, so that it would stop the seemingly endless procession of his fluids from inside of me. "I hate you." I whispered and tried to move away from him but pain seared through my abdomen and I groaned and lay still, feeling a sticky puddle of fluids under my left leg I fought off a wave of revulsion. 

"No you don't." He smiled, laying down behind me, he pulled the covers up over us both and wrapped his strong arms around me and after a short time I felt his breathing grow deep and regular but I was locked in his arms, he was not going to let me go. I tried to stay awake, tried desperately, but failed. I felt myself slip off to sleep in his arms and I woke the next morning to an empty bed. Jaysin was gone. 

I could barely stand the touch of the hot water when I sat down in the porcelain bathtub that morning. I sat and stared at the razor sitting in the soap-niche in the wall and thinking to myself if I dared to not do what he ordered. I didn't really think he'd be back, but if he did come back I was terrified of his wrath. Just the few times he'd spanked me the night before had left bruises on my unaccustomed skin. I did as he'd ordered, finally, and was amazed at the feeling that resulted from not having hair. I'd not had much to begin with, but not having any was completely different entirely. I slipped out of the bath and toweled off, wincing when I dried my abused lower region and then dressed in my usual old pajamas and chose a different shirt from the closet. I walked into the living room and stared at the television, which had been off the night before but was now on, the volume turned down. I grabbed the remote and turned it off and went into the kitchen and fixed myself a small breakfast before going into my spare bedroom, which doubled as a computer room. There I was stunned to find a CD with no markings laying on my keyboard. I put it into my disc tray and closed it and my spoon fell into the bowl with a clatter. There, before me, was a video of Jaysin taking my virginity. At first I reached to close it, but a sudden dark thrill raced through me and I sat through the entire performance, feeling myself becoming wetter with each thrust he delivered me on the screen. I wondered where he was and if I'd see him again, and then, realizing that I had just thought that about him, felt sick with myself. Still, I checked my cellphone and was disappointed to find the number deleted, though I knew I hadn't done it. Then I realized I'd had his number all along and hurried into my bedroom to retrieve it, only to find, in it's place a note that read, "Such a shame." I shuddered. He'd known I'd want to call him and done this to prevent it. I straightened myself and set myself to the task of not caring if he came back or not. I wouldn't call him, I told myself, and when he called I wouldn't talk to him. 


The Sleeping Devil Ch. 01



I left for my evening classes a little early the following Monday evening, seeking out one of my closest friends, but she did not come in. I sat through the class, which was rather uneventful except for the moment my heart jumped becuase I thought I saw Jaysin watching me through the window to my right. I was, of course, mistaken I tried to tell myself, how could he know what classroom I'd be in? But the memory of the coldness of his gaze tore through me and I dreaded leaving the safety of the well lit building to walk across the dimly lit campus and out to my apartment. When my class ended I walked to the little cafe across the street from the main entrance and ordered a coffee and sat warming my hands and only half thinking. When I'd finished drinking it, having let it get nearly too cold to drink, I stepped to the counter to pay. "Oh," said the girl standing there, "Some dead SEXY man paid it for you...he's...hmmm...he's gone now. He was sitting at the counter down there..." she scanned the restaurant and shrugged. "I guess he's a secret admirer." 

I didn't have to ask her what he'd looked like, I knew it had been him without asking and something that might have been jealousy that she'd spoken of him that way burned within me. I walked out into the freezing drizzle that was beginning to fall. Classes would be cancelled, I thought, if it did this for very long and the thought of staying in the apartment alone with my thoughts of Jaysin somehow filled me with a deep sadness. Still, I could feel someone, watching me closely, following me, but when I turned to look for the person, to identify the shadow, there was no one there. I let myself into my building, checking to see that the door was secured behind me and then went doggedly up to my third floor apartment and opened the door. I knew immediately something was different, I'd left the television on and it was now turned off. The apartment was, for lack of a better term, pitch black. The light from the window wasn't even present, as if it had been covered. I reached for the lightswitch but a strong hand caught me almost as soon as strong arms wrapped around me, his hand covering my mouth, muffling the scream of fright that came as he kicked the door shut with his foot. "Easy there, Cassidy, I wouldn't want to hurt you by accident." he paused and gave a low laugh, "On purpose is so much more fun." 

"But how..." I gasped, clutching at his arms and trying to pry them loose from me, he was holding me much too tightly, I felt as if I could hardly breathe. "How did you get in here?" 

"I told your neighbors I was your brother who just got into town and wanted to surprise you for your birthday. Trusting, ain't they? To let me in..." He bit at my neck and then lifted me off my feet onto his shoulder and carried me, though I was struggling, easily to my bedroom. 

"No...no not tonight I have class tomorrow morning." I begged but he was already unfastening my jeans and sliding them down. I tried to lock my legs and there was a brief moment when he carressed me lovingly so that I relaxed. For a brief instant I thought he was going to concede to my request. I was mistaken. 

"Not likely, it's gonna be a big ice storm tonight..." he was pulling his shirt off, unfastening his own pants and sliding them off, staring down at me, the little blacklights were on. He reached down to remove my panties, stopping to slide his fingers across them as if relishing what this was doing to me, knowing the pain I was about to endure. I was entranced by his expression and suddenly felt a wave of cold denial come over him. No way was I going to let him break me, not again. 

"I shaved for you." I said, as if to appease him, trying to make him think that he still had me as frightened as a small creature in the crosshairs of a cannon. 

"Yeah I see that. Open your legs and let me see that slick pussy." I hesitated and he slapped my already bruised bottom hard. "Show it to me, now!" He lowered his face, then, and I could see why it was different, he was more enthusiastic and suddenly it made complete sense! No hair to get in his way, in his throat, his mouth, he could eat forever. To be honest, I thought to myself, this wouldn't be a bad thing. He ate for so long I lost track of time, I think I may have orgasmed once or twice but I was so feverish with pleasure I can't remember. Finally he stopped, wiping his lips on his hand, smoothing my juices out of his goatee he grabbed my hips and flipped me on my stomach. "Get that ass up!" he ordered. 

"No...no please..." I begged, this had not been part of my plan, he was supposed to be on top but I was supposed to be able to stare up at him. He pushed into me roughly and proceeded to punish me with violent thrusts so that it felt as if my uterus were being ripped and torn. The pain seemed to go on forever and finally, when it ended, he collapsed on me and kissed me and then was gone. I felt him leave me, heard him dressing in the dark, the unmistakable jingle of his belt being fastened. I sat up onto my knees and nearly vomited, the pain in my uterus and the smell of my own blood were so powerful over me that I even retched once. He didn't speak, I just heard the apartment door close but I didn't feel safe with the idea that he was gone. It didn't feel right, I knew better than to think he'd leave me like this. I staggered to the bathroom and turned on the light and looked down and had to grab the sink to keep from falling down. A mixture of his semen and my blood was running down my legs leaving crimson droplets on the white tile floor. I grabbed a towel and tried to get cleaned up but the blood just kept coming. Unsure of what to do I looked up and saw him standing behind me, saw his reflection in the mirror, saw his expression of triumph but no concern at all. I turned on him and said, "Look! Look what you've done." I swung at him furiously, wildly and he caught my hand easily and laughed. 

"But it's such a good tight little pussy, I can't help but torture it." He was holding my wrist tightly as he used his other hand to put the towel I'd been holding to use, cleaning me. "You should have a bath, it will help." 

I thought to disobey, to tell him no, but from the look on his face, which despite it's good looks was contorted somewhat with anger at my having tried to strike him, I knew it would be worthless to argue. Pointless to disagree. Obediently I reached for the tap and turned it on, he stopped my hand and I looked at him questioningly. "What?" I asked, meekly, my voice shaking.

"I have to go out for a while..." He said as I bent to check the water temperature, having now turned the water on, but the tone of his voice stopped me. It was soft, not commanding but rather unsure, questioning. "Will...will you be here when I get back?" 

"I hardly think I'm in any condition to go anywhere." I retorted and he nodded but no smile came and the anger that had been on his face seemed to have evaporated as quickly as it had come. In his eyes I almost thought I saw, behind a wall of exhaustion, what may have been sadness "Are you okay?" I asked, before I could stop myself, I didn't want him to think I cared, or rather to know I cared.

"Okay?" He smiled and the brief glimpse was gone, his eyes were just as cold as ever. "Why wouldn't I be? I'll be back soon, this won't take long." 

I was tending to the water again, intent on ignoring his presence as much as I could and not wanting to answer him, wanting him to wonder, to question. He stood for a moment, watching me, and then left the bathroom. I heard the apartment door close softly and knew, this time, that he had gone. I took a bath as he had suggested and then, after changing the second set of ruined sheets in as many nights, I crawled into bed, my entire abdomen cramping from the abuse I had taken. My sleep was deep, however, dreamless, and I woke early and ready to go to class, much to my surprise, the bleeding had completely stopped. I was a little disappointed, though shocked with myself for it, that Jaysin did not return, he'd said it wouldn't take long. I walked to class expecting to find him somewhere along the way waiting for me, but he never appeared. All that day I looked to run into him, and that night as well, but he did not put in an appearance. 

To Be Continued... 



The Sleeping Devil Ch. 02



A week passed, then two, and then it had been a month since Jaysin had first come to my home. Winter was ending, and Spring was beginning to show herself in the lengthening of the days and warming of the air. I had no desire to pursue any other male, at first I had pined for him to return, hating myself for it, but desiring his touch - and the abuse - for the first weeks. My body had healed and I found myself becoming quite adept at keeping myself shaved and ready for him, though I truly doubted his return. It was now the first week of April and my feelings for him had become numb, but not entirely lost. Some nights, as I walked back to my apartment from classes I would start at shadows, expecting him ever still to reach out and grab me. Not that he'd ever done that on the street, but I never quite knew what he would be capable of. 

I'd made several new friends, all of whom urged me to date, but I refused, Jaysin had left me without closure and I'd been unable to turn my attention to anyone because of that. I knew I was a fool to continue waiting, but something in me held onto hope of his return. I'd told my closest friends about him, not about the sexual encounters, I was too embarrassed to discuss them in detail, but enough still that they knew he'd been my first. It was normal, they said, to feel so strongly for him, but that he was a jerk to leave me and I should move on. Finally I gave in to them on the surface, told them I'd given up on him, and, as I was walking back from a club one Saturday night with Shayna, trying to beat a rather nasty looking thunderstorm while weaving amongst a crowd of other party-goers, I collided with someone who had stepped in my way and I looked up angrily first and then clapped my hand over my mouth to conceal a gasp of disbelief. "Jaysin!"

Shayna stared at him too and I saw her face pale slightly, fear evident in her expression. "You!" she gasped, her expression one of horror and disbelief. I thought she was about to tell him off but his eyes met hers and something passed between them. "I....I'll go on alone, Cass...you need to...you need to talk to...to him alone." she stumbled back a few steps and then turned and walked back towards the club we'd just left faster than I'd ever seen her walk before. 

"Hello, Cassidy." he said, staring down at me coldly. His hair had grown even longer now and was lighter than it had been previously, as if he'd spent many long days in the sun. Though neatly done, his goatee was also longer and now, I noted from a glint of silver, his ears were pierced. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and his arms were as well tanned as his face, which was darkened nicely enough to make his blue eyes that much more prominent. 

"W-where have you been?" I hadn't meant to ask it, but it was out now, too late to make myself seem unconcerned. I winced inwardly at this slip, and then became painfully aware that other students, male and female were seeing me talking to him. Some of them looking at us curiously as we stood in the middle of the walk staring at each other. 

"Working." he said, turning to walk with me as I started towards my apartment, pulled by my expectant inner desire to be alone with him again. "I was kept longer than I expected, for which I apologize." We passed a group of college aged young men, one of whom made a derisive comment about my virginal behavior to Jaysin. He stopped and turned to the young man and stared at him, even under his tan I could see him reddening. 

"No...no Jaysin, it's okay." I said, putting a hand on his arm, which he gently removed. "Please." 

"The only reason I won't hurt you is because she has asked me not to." Jaysin said and the young man sneered another comment, this time about Jaysin himself and it happened so fast I didn't see it. I felt Jaysin move beside me and heard a sickening crack that made me blink. When I looked down the young man was on the ground bleeding and unconcious and his buddies were backing away from Jaysin, who looked ready to fight them all. "I expect the next time you see this young woman you will show respect, whether she is in my company or not." They all nodded and set to helping their injured friend, none of them were laughing now. 

"That really wasn't necessary." I said, dreading the visit from the campus or local police I thoroughly expected. "I could be expelled, you're not a student." 

"You'll be fine." He said, then continued where he'd left off as if nothing had happened, though I could still feel the vibe of his anger radiating from him like the heat of a furnace. "Did you see anyone while I was gone?" 

"No...no I just wasn't interested." I replied, feeling it was best I was honest, and thinking this was what he'd wanted to hear, but he shook his head. "What? I thought that was what you'd want from me." 

"Oh, it is." He smiled slightly, his eyes still as cold as ever and some of the heat of his anger ebbing away, I felt it, felt the coolness of the coming rain again on the breeze which was no longer eclipsed by his rage. "I am proud that you were able to keep yourself for me. It will make things much easier." 

"I'm sorry?" I asked, but we had arrived at my building and he was waiting for me to let us in and did not answer my question, as one of my neighbors was coming out. "Good evening." I greeted her, she looked at Jaysin and sidestepped him and hurried down the front steps, glancing back once, nervously. "Why do women do that when they see you?"

He shrugged, but did not answer nor did he look at me as we climbed the stairs to the third floor, where I lived, I unlocked the door and he stepped in and looked around, I'd redecorated while he was gone, due largely to the part-time job at the campus bookstore I'd landed just two weeks after he'd left. "You've been quite busy here." he said, smiling slightly. Thunder rumbled outside as I settled down on the couch and flipped on the television. "May I?" he gestured towards the bathroom and I nodded and turned my attention back to changing the channels. 

He was returned momentarily and spoke again, startling me, as I wasn't used to him being there and he spoke from behind where I was sitting on the couch. "I'm gonna fix me a drink...you want something?" I shook my head, still trying to focus my attention on the television, trying to ignore him as well as I could. Finally he settled himself on the other end of the couch and turned his own attention to the television and I excused myself. 

I went into my bedroom, my heart pounding madly, and flipped on the music cd he'd left behind months ago and crawled onto the bed, laying with my back to the door, my eyes closed tightly. I waited for a long time and he didn't come, my legs were getting chilly in the short skirt I'd been wearing and I pulled my blanket over me and drifted off to sleep. 

I woke with a start, I was on my back and strong, rough hands were crawling up my thighs, up to remove my little thong underwear I'd taken to wearing in his absence. In the absence of the hands that now removed them. I could hear his breathing, but he didn't say a word, it was so dark I realized the power must be out, he couldn't see me but by the occasional flicker of lightning. He was moving by sense of touch mostly, for the storm was moving away, I felt him bite my thigh gently and fought the urge to respond, he thought I was still sleeping and I was interested in seeing how far he'd go. But remaining motionless once he'd begun, once he was reminding me of his talent for foreplay, was impossible. I squirmed and moaned and he held my hips firmly with his strong hands, trying to prevent my movement but not completely able due largely to the fact he was completely focussed on something else. Still he remained silent as he crept up and sank into me and I gasped but did not cry out, for he was kissing me roughly, his mouth closed over mine as if to take my cries into him. When I touched him he caught my hands and pinned them to the bed and gave a punishing thrust, releasing my mouth just long enough to hear the inevitable cry of pain, and then kissed me again. Throughout he did not speak until the very end, the very end when he was at his climax and I felt my own building so that just after his I also, for the first time, experienced mine. I did not smell blood this time, I noticed, when he left me and when he returned with a lit candle moments later I was relieved to find that there was no bleeding at all. He tossed me the inevitable towel and then lay down on the bed. I looked at him and realized that he looked not lean anymore but very nearly emaciated. "You...you've lost weight." I said in a soft voice and he peered from beneath his hands which were on their backs, fingers enterlaced across his eyes. 

"I've been working very hard." He replied, re-covering his eyes, despite the fact there was only the light of one dim candle in the room. He looked at me from under his hands again. "I won't be staying long." 

"Suit yourself." I said, as bravely as I could, I felt a sharp pang in my chest when he told me this and fought valiantly not to let him see that his words had dismayed and even hurt me. "Where do you go?" 

"Home." he replied, simply, then turned his back to me. "Rub my back really lightly...yeah, like that." he was yawning and soon I heard his breathing grow regular and steady and I slid up beside him and put my left arm around his waist and closed my own eyes, though I lay awake until nearly sunrise, the power had long since come back on, before I finally drifted off. 

The next day he slept still longer than I had, despite the fact I'd not fallen asleep until sunrise, he didn't wake until well into the afternoon. It was as if he'd not slept properly the entire time he'd been away to wherever he'd gone. I had already showered and dressed and was moving idly around the apartment, bored, when he came out of the bedroom, dressed, and looked at me sleepily. "What time is it?" He asked, stifling a yawn behind his hand, his hair was comically tousled from sleep. 

"Nearly three, you were tired." I replied, looking up from the book I'd only just started reading, the television was on but I wasn't paying it much mind. "Are you going to be staying?" 

"No." He said quietly, I could feel his eyes studying me for a reaction but I'd already prepared myself for this possibility and was braced well. "I've got things to do, really needed to have them done earlier. He sat on the couch and began pulling on his shoes, new black and white ones, I noted. 

"Okay..." I said, closing the book and looking at him, my emotions in check for the most part. "I'm probably going out tonight if Shayna, the girl that was with me last night, calls back." 

"Good, go, have fun. Don't wait here on me." He replied and I frowned at him. He glanced up and saw this. "I didn't mean it like that, I just don't want you to sit here all the time waiting on me." 

"Wasn't going to. Don't have to. You're back now, for however long you decide to stay." I shrugged and got up as the phone rang and checked the caller I.D. and then looked at him apologetically. "Shayna." I said and then took the call. 

"Cass..." Shayna was whispering, she was trembling. "Cass, is he still there?" This was unusual behavior from Shayna, who I'd never known to be afraid of anyone. 

"For a little bit longer, yeah." I said as he bent and kissed me on top of my head. "Hang on Shayna." I tucked the phone tightly against my chest. "I'll see you later then?" I asked. 

"Hopefully sooner than later, but that will depend on how things go tonight." He was already holding the door open, already had on his dark shades that suited his appearance so well. "Go and have fun tonight, don't worry about me. I know where you live." and with that, he was gone. 

"Okay Shay, sorry, he was leaving. What's up?" I asked and she was silent for a long time so I continued to try and make conversation. "Are we goin out tonight still?" 

"Yeah...yeah I'll talk to you about it then. Wendy called and she has to work so it'll just be me and you." Shayna said and I groaned and she laughed, though it was a nervous laugh. "I know, seems every time you and me are off she always gets called in, don't it?" 

I dressed as sexily as I could that night, short black dress and high heels, I fixed up my hair and even put on make-up. None of this behavior was typical for me but I was willing to bet that Jaysin would be watching me. Shayna was dressed to impress as well, and we decided to try one of the more upscale clubs in the center city district rather than the familiar local bar near my apartment. Once inside we found a booth and settled in and Shayna looked across the table seriously at me. "Do you know a girl named Amanda White?" 

For a moment I looked at her blankly and then it occurred to me who Shayna was talking about. "Yeah...yeah she used to date Jaysin...back when I met him but he said she was obsessive and that he'd dumped her." 

"Dumped her is right." Shayna said, sipping her beer thoughtfully. "She's dead, Cass." 

"W-what?" I asked, nearly knocking my own drink over. "I...how?" A million possibilities flashed through my head as I thought of Jaysin hurting her, he certainly seemed capable though he'd never done me any more serious physical damage than the spankings. 

"She killed herself." Shayna said so softly I barely heard her over the music. "There was a note, said that if she couldn't be with him then she didn't want to live anymore. Bloody mess, she cut herself three or four times, made sure the job was done properly from what I'm told." 

"But..." I said, sitting my drink down. "That's not his fault, Shay, he even told me she was obsessive." 

"Do you know why I acted like I did when I saw him." Shayna was trembling now, looking more terrified than she had the previous night in his presence. 

"No...I just thought you didn't like him." I shrugged, pretty sure something was coming I wasn't going to be at all pleased about from the look in her eyes. 

"I dated him." Shayna said and my mouth dropped open. "It was a long time ago...I mean...I was eighteen so it was three years ago...I'm...I'm how he got your phone number...he threatened...he was going to do the things to me he used to again...." 

"What did he do to you?" I asked, then looked up as someone slid into our booth. It was Jaysin and I looked at him angrily, I hadn't wanted to see him this soon, not so close to finding out more about him. "What are you doing here?" 

"My business is done." He flagged down a waitress, who looked at him with round, frightened eyes and nodded, he never had to tell her what he wanted. I began to get the impression a lot of women had about as much knowledge of him as I did, if not more. "So now lets relax." 

Shayna drank her beer in nervous silence, we talked some about school and poor Wendy who was stuck at work and then, at last call, we left. Jaysin had gone to the bathroom and Shayna and I slipped outside and she said, "Be careful, Cass, don't get attached to him he's a bad man." Before I could ask her what she meant, Jaysin had rejoined us, rubbing at his nose, then he sneezed a couple of times, violently. Shayna seemed to take interest in this but I couldn't tell why, was too naive to see what it was a sign of. We walked home in companionable silence, he seemed to have had too much to drink, his speech was becoming slightly slurred and his thoughts somewhat incoherent by the time we reached Shayna's building which was just three doors down from mine. I hugged her goodnight and she reminded me to be careful as Jaysin leaned against the rail at the bottom of the stairs heavily, waiting. 

I found that he needed to lean on me by the time we were at my apartment and wondered that he'd gotten so drunk off of three beers. Once inside the apartment he handed me a white oval-shaped pill and said, "Take this, it'll make it all better." I started to argue but then decided against it. I went into the kitchen for something to drink, when I returned, he'd disappeared and I looked at the bathroom but the door was still open, I went in my room and he was passed out asleep on my bed with his clothes and shoes still on. I pulled his shoes off and then went back into the living room. I watched television for a short time, my thoughts becoming twisted, time seemed to slow down and I felt as if I were numb, my eyelids were dangerously heavy. I crawled into the bed beside him, he was on his back with his arm across my pillow, still deep asleep by the look of it. I cautiously lay my head down on his shoulder and closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but it didn't last long. His arm snapped around me with the speed and nearly the strength of a steel trap. I gasped and looked up and he was looking down at me, and if I'd thought he looked evil before I knew that he'd been practically tame then. He nodded downward, and I looked and saw that he was fully aroused under his cut off shorts, his hand closed on my hair, pulling it and he pushed my face down towards it, his other hand unfastening his belt. 

I closed my eyes and let it touch my lips and licked at it gently, a little afraid, but he would have none of my timid behavior this night, he pushed it into my mouth, and I felt myself gag slightly as it hit the back of my throat. I grabbed hold of it with my left hand and began to suck at it, feeling pleasure right to the core of my being when he moaned lightly and whispered, "That's it baby." after a moment I felt him reaching with his left hand, seeking my pussy, which I scooted up to offer him willingly. He felt it and laughed softly, "Ready so soon." he said ina low growl that was little more than a whisper but clearly audible, then pushed me off of him and onto my back. "You still have clothes on." he observed aloud. 

"Well...so do you." I said boldly, and watched as he removed his clothes so fast I was amazed. I slid out of my black dress and he unfastened my bra before I could reach back to do it and then pushed me back onto my back. I expected him to feast on me but this was not his plan tonight. 

He positioned himself between my legs, holding my ankles up, legs in a 'v' and stared down at me coldly and said, "I'm going to hurt you." I smiled at him defiantly, though my mind was racing with something akin to fear, but then again not afraid. "Do you like that?" he asked me, our eyes still locked. 

"Yes." I said and he slammed into me causing me to groan softly. "Yes, Jaysin." I added and he laughed slightly. This night made all of the others that had happened seem gentle, even loving. I stared up at him in complete terror, gone was the good-looking man I'd known, replaced instead by something dark, something evil that seemed to radiate from within his eyes, changed his features. He looked so dark, so terrifying I was scared to even make a sound, which seemed to drive him even harder. He stopped after about twenty minutes and grabbed my hands and pulled me up and fell backwards, putting me on top of him and I was immediately shy, I'd never done this before, never been in control. He guided my hips with his strong hands, showing me what he wanted me to do, working me and soon I found that it was really quite simple, from this position I could do what I liked and he had to lay still and allow it. I grabbed his arms and pinned them down and he looked from one of his hands to the other and I saw the evil in his face increase in intensity and suddenly he flipped us both over, rolling onto me he jerked my legs up violently and paused to bite one of my calves. I became aware of the scent of blood in the air and knew that he'd torn me again. My entire lower abdomen screamed in pain each time he speared into me forcefully. He didn't finish, but rather gave a great groan of pain and rolled off of me suddenly and I forgot myself and sat up. "What's wrong?" I asked. 




The Sleeping Devil Ch. 02



He had rolled onto his side and was holding his knee and I saw an enormous and badly infected wound on the back of his right knee and winced at it. "I fell last Sunday..." he said but didn't elaborate further. The evil was gone from him now, replaced by something else, something that seemed suddenly to need me. I went to the bathroom hurriedly, forgetting I didn't have anything on and grabbed some peroxide and came back to him. He was watching me through narrowed eyes but I could sense that he was more than a little uncomfortable. "What're you doin?" 

"I'm gonna clean that damn thing before it gets worse." I said to him and pushed him onto his stomach and proceeded to clean it out. In doing so I gasped, "My God Jaysin there's a huge piece of wood in there. Let me get it out." 

"No!" he flinched away from me, then sat up and grabbed his boxers from my floor and pulled them and then his shorts on. "No I'll get that out." 

"So you want to tell me what happened?" I asked him and he sat a moment with his back to me and I pulled on my own clothes in this moment. "You don't trust me or something?" 

"Yeah I trust you but it's more than you need to know." he said, softly. He looked back at me and frowned slightly, thoughtfully. "Get some sleep. I'll talk to you in the morning." What else could I do but obey? I laid down and despite the throbbing in my uterus I was soon sound asleep. Whatever he'd given me was working well, well enough I didn't hear him leave. I woke to a note telling me he'd see me again very soon, and anger at the fact that this was becoming a pattern. 

Stay tuned for Chapter 3...



The Sleeping Devil Ch. 03



Jaysin's disappearance very soon stretched well into the month of July, past the fourth, on into the middle, and hottest part, of the month, and I had moved well on and forgotten that he'd even been around. Or tried to tell myself I had, anyway. The times I was on campus with my friends went well enough, I saw a lot of people who were emerging freshmen I remembered from high school and even helped out some of them with finding places to stay. The nights, however, when I didn't have anyone to talk to or anything to do, all I did was think of him, I'd lay in bed and stare at the ceiling and try to imagine him looking down at me, tried to recover some of that feeling he always gave me. Depression began to eat at me, though I kept it well hidden from anyone, even Shayna and Wendy, I knew Shay would just criticize me, tell me to let him go that he was a bad man. But I didn't want to believe he was as bad as everyone said he was, even though Amanda had killed herself over him. I just considered her a stupid girl, even though I was fast headed the same way if I didn't do something soon. 

He turned up late one night, just buzzed the door when I was expecting Wendy, who I was sure he'd intimidated into leaving as soon as I'd released the downstairs lock. I opened the door and gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. His hair had gotten a lot longer, and he had it pulled back, which made him that much more attractive, though I tried not to notice. He stood looking down at me and I saw the extreme exhaustion in his face. His skin was tanned darker than ever, and his hair was nearly completely blonde, so clearly he'd been working in the sun quite a bit more. "You've been gone for months!" 

"Yeah...don't I know it." He went past me into my room and grabbed one of my duffle bags from the closet and started packing it full of my clothes. "I need you to come with me, I need to show you something." 

"You can't just walk back in and expect me to trust you..." I said, my heart was racing and my mind confused by his sudden appearance. "I don't even know you, you're always disappearing." I said, beginning to regain my composure.

"Can you trust me enough to believe all of that is going to stop tonight?" He asked and, slinging the bag over his shoulder he turned off all of the lights, grabbed my hand and without waiting for me to answer said, "Come with me." 

I obeyed him but dragged my feet, hoping one of the neighbors would hear me so that when Shay came looking and found me gone someone would remember something. He took me out of the back entrance to where a rather worn car awaited us, unlocked the doors and threw my bag in the back and then leaned the seat back for me and stepped back. I got in, wondering if Shay was anywhere to see me leaving with him, but she so rarely came in the back way I knew that was hopeless. We travelled for what seemed like hours, leaving the city limits and going out into the country for further than I could ever remember having gone, especially since we were going in the direction opposite my own hometown. Suddenly, in the middle of nowhere the car slowed to nearly a stop and he turned easily into an almost completley hidden narrow gravel road. It might have been a driveway, I guessed, we stopped once at a gate and he got out and unlocked it pulled the car through and stepped out to lock it back. We moved on slowly for what seemed to me like hours until lights came into view, a large house that looked to have been either newly built or renovated. Two large wolf-like dogs greeted the car with wagging tails but did not bark, clearly they knew the vehicle and they waited expectantly at the driver's side for Jaysin to get out. "Where are we?" I asked him quietly. 

"This is my house." He said, simply, getting out he said, "Stay put, they don't know you yet, I'll have to introduce you to them." I guessed he meant the dogs and had no intention of making them angry. He came around promptly and let me out and then showed my hand to both of the dogs, who sniffed me with great disinterest and then trotted off into the darkness as a pair, disdainfully. 

Jaysin took my bag and led me up a long flight of stairs into the house and I stared around me in disbelief at the simple beauty of it. This was a man's house, none of the decorations a woman's touch would bring to it, but it was something wonderful to look at even in it's simplicity. The living room was large, what appeared to be the skins of real animals lay here and there, one before an enormous but empty fireplace, another in front of a large sectional couch that was covered in tan micro-suede. Above the living room I saw a loft where a soft light was also flickering and knew that this must be the bedroom, seeing me looking up he motioned for me to follow him. We ascended a hand built and concealed spiral staircase that was behind, of all things, the fireplace and through a narrow door into what I would soon find out was his room. The bed was covered, not in blankets, but also in animal skins, and here I found the first electronic device other than the lights, an enormous plasma screen television that hung on the wall directly adjacent the bed. I looked around still in complete silence and realized when I looked at him that he was smiling. "You like it, then?" 

"Yeah, this place is awesome." I said faintly, wondering why he'd brought me here. "It's yours?" I asked, unable to stop myself, I should have, of course, known this.

"I built it myself, from the ground up. I had some help, yeah, but most of it I designed and put up." He said, then looked down at my bag and said, "There's more to show you than just two rooms." 

I followed him curiously, passing a room where I distinctly thought I'd seen a set of drums and other band equipment, down a rather long hallway, we took a left turn into another staircase that descended into darkness briefly before opening into another, smaller, bedroom that was decorated strangely. A twin bed in one corner of the small room, it had a red velvet canopy and fine black satin sheets. A small fireplace, this one complete with a fire to chase away the chill of the basement room, sat across the room from the bed. There was an antique writing desk and also a wardrobe here but no windows. Across the small space at the bottom of the stairs was a bathroom with a tub that was sunk into the floor and appeared to be made of black marble. "Servant's quarters?" I asked, thinking of visits to other such rooms. 

"Your room." he said, his tone changing, hardening. "You'll be staying here." 

"I...I have to go back to school in the Fall, though." I said, lamely. I knew I wasn't getting out of this so easy before the words had even left my lips. I could see it in his eyes, I was trapped. "You can't just keep me here." The threat was without conviction, and I knew he knew that. He smiled coldly. 

"Of course I can." He said and tossed my bag onto my bed and left me standing alone and afraid in the room, I heard him ascend the stairs and a door slam with a heavy metallic ring and the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking. I unpacked slowly, completely unsure of what I could do. There was no phone in my room, no television, no connection to the outside world. I knew without a doubt that I'd heard the door at the top of the stairs lock when he left and I also knew that there was nothing I could do until he made the mistake of leaving it unlocked so that I might slip out. 

After many long hours, it seemed, waiting for him to return for me I drifted off to sleep on the bed provided to me reluctantly, my dreams were uneasy, and I woke feeling rather unhappy and hungry. I went up the stairs to the door and found that it was still locked and then went back to my room and paced for a while before finally deciding to take a bath. That done I returned to pacing again, shivering slightly I added some wood to the fire, it was rather damp and chilly in the room so I knew I was well underground. I had no inclination of what time it was when I jerked awake from dozing at the sound of loud music from above. I knew that I had seen band equipment in the hallway and decided to go up and see if I might attract someone else's attention that might be in the room. At the top of the stairs I found that the door had been opened, I was free to leave the basement cell. The music stopped as soon as I crossed the threshold and as I passed the band room I couldn't help but to glance in and I saw two other men standing and looking back at me, equally as surprised to see me as I was them. 

"Go get you something from the kitchen to eat." he said, softly. I looked at the faces of the other two men pleadingly and they both returned my gaze impassively, expressionless, as if I were just an animal. "Go eat. Then wait in the living room." as an afterthought he called after me, as I continued down the hallway, "And don't try to leave the house." 

I did as I was told, the smell of food from the kitchen was easy to follow after having been deprived of food for so long. I found there quite a bit of things to eat, all recently cooked, and I wondered if he'd done this or if someone came in and cooked for him. I reprimanded myself sharply, I couldn't see him actually having someone in to cook, he wasn't completely helpless, obviously. I ate what I could, I was still in a state of heightened nervousness over the situation and despite the fact that the food was good I couldn't choke down much. I could hear them playing music, they were actually quite as good as the bands I'd often heard him blare from my stereo in my apartment. I settled myself on the couch and, despite the loud music, soon drifted off, my hunger at least temporarily sated. When I'd drifted off it had been broad daylight, when I woke to the sound of loud talk and laughing I opened my eyes and saw that it was completely dark outside and Jaysin and his two friends were standing just outside the front door, clearly the other two were leaving. My stomach clenched, I was almost certain I knew what would happen soon and I was terrified again, suddenly. This was his home, his playing turf, I had lost the advantage when we'd left my apartment. I didn't know how to get back to campus from here, let alone where we were at except that it had seemed hours from anything familiar. 

I saw the other two leave and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, but it wasn't good enough because he said, "Open your eyes, I saw you watching us." 

I opened my eyes and he was standing at the back of the couch looking down at me. "You can't keep me here forever." I said, defiantly and he laughed as if this were a joke. "I'm serious." 

"What made you think I'd want to keep you forever?" He said, his smile gone, his eyes colder than I'd ever seen them. "You won't amuse me forever." He nodded towards the loft and for a moment I wondered what would happen if I refused him what he wanted but at his expression I decided against it. I followed him less than willingly up the narrow staircase, which was quite warm now owing to the fire burning in the fireplace, and into his room. He flung himself down on the bed and turned on the television to some channel I couldn't have cared less about or other and patted the bed to indicate I should join him. For what seemed hours he watched the television with complete interest and I found myself becoming sleepy again and beginning to drift without thinking of the danger I might be in. I was becoming comfortable in his presence, which I should have already learned was not the wisest thing to do. 

I woke suddenly and the room was dark except for a fire that burned in the fireplace directly beside the door we'd come in through, I'd not noticed it before, either it had been covered or I'd been paying too much attention to everything else. I woke because I realized my clothes were gone and his face was buried between my legs. I gave a startled moan and he looked up at me briefly but I didn't meet his eyes. He reached up and grabbed at my left breast and squeezed it hard enough to make me gasp in pain and then released and went back to his work on me. I struggled somewhat, tried to free myself, not because I wanted to but because I knew it would drive him into a frenzy, drive him to give me what I'd been missing for the weeks he'd been gone. Soon enough he was doing just that, but he was gentler this time, not so rough and I was surprised. While his size did cause pain it was more of a delicious pain than a terrifying one. In the end, when he was spent, he collapsed on me and kissed me several times, "Whatever you might think, I did miss you when I was gone." He got up and left me, then, disappearing into a niche behind the television and returning with the usual towel that he tossed me. "Clean yourself up." 

I did as I was told and then tenatively dressed myself and stretched back out on his bed beside him but not touching him, confused by this sudden change, he'd actually seemed as if he had deep feelings for me, if only for that instant. His manner now was as cold and detatched as ever, he'd turned the television back on and was half dozing. I got up and stood for a moment, feeling unwelcome and unsure if I should speak. He looked at me sleepily and rolled over, switching off the television. "Good night Cass." he said and I took this for what it was. A dismissal. I returned to my little basement room by way of the kitchen where I grabbed something to drink and some leftovers, which hadn't been cleaned up yet. I ate and cleaned up my own part and took the drink with me and descended the staircase, taking care to close the door behind me as I went. I crawled into my bed and fell asleep almost immediately, realizing that even if I was going to be held here at least he wasn't requiring me to stay in his presence more than necessary and this was a good thing. No room for attachment on my part, and he'd warned me against getting attached several times. Physically I craved him but I didn't think I'd ever really love him emotionally, there was something untouchable, dangerous about him and until I could understand that I would never be able to completely trust him with my heart. 

Two days passed before I was again invited into his presence, I lay in my room and read books, I'd requested he bring them from my apartment if I wasn't going to be allowed to leave and he'd done so rather agreeably. Some days the band came over and played for hours until night had fallen, I'd asked for a clock, also, so that I'd know what time it was. I was allowed to roam around the house but kept myself away from him as much as possible so as to be unintrusive. I learned his schedule and only came out when he was either sleeping or not at home, which was when I gathered he was working. He called me up this particular day, a Thursday, and I found that there were a number of people in the house and glared at him angrily, the people ignored me as well as his bandmates had done. He sent me up to his loft bedroom and what I found there made my heart skip a beat. A young woman was laying on the bed watching the fire flickering in the fireplace, and when she saw me she smiled widely. "You are everything he said you'd be." 

"I...excuse me?" My feeling of jealousy turned suddenly to confusion. "Who are you and what are you doing up here in his room?" 

"Waiting for you..." She reached out gently and took my hand, pulling me toward the bed with her. "Jaysin said he wanted us to meet, seemed to think I'd like you. He was right." 

"I...but I'm not..." I stammered, but she was running her fingers through my hair, sitting behind me and I felt a little shudder of wicked pleasure pass through me. I could hear the party going on downstairs, music had started but my attention was on the little brunette behind me and the moment seemed very surreal. "What's your name?" I asked her as her lips brushed my neck. 

"My nickname is Shade, that will do." she said, now moving around in front of me to push me onto my back, I scooted up to the headboard and lay my head back, a dangerous thrill passed through me as I realized what I was about to do. Shade was working my shirt up, kissing my stomach, and I had to admit a woman's touch was much better than anything I'd yet felt from Jaysin. Her hands were softer and seemed to know how to find all the right places on me to arouse my interests. "I'll not ask you to do anything you don't want to, I only want to show you what you're missing." 

She used my body in every way a woman could, and I found more intense pleasure with her than I'd ever known before, in the end, as I lay half asleep and completely exhausted I was partially jarred back to consciousness at the sudden sound of Jaysin's deep voice in the room. It seemed so harsh after what had been hours of Shade's soft comments as she'd pleased me in a woman's loving way and then covered me with the tanned skin covers before dressing to leave me with one last kiss. They were talking softly but their words made no sense as I slipped in and out of sleep, finally letting the inevitable darkness take me. I woke once in the night to him on me, I was on my stomach and felt him drawing close to his own finish and let him without complaint, without moving to show him that I was awake. He rolled to the left and lay an arm across my back and was soon breathing deeply and regularly. I slid out from under his arm and gathered up my clothes, dressed and went back to my room. I had no desire to sleep beside him, though clearly that had been his intention. 

Final Chapter coming soon...



The Sleeping Devil Ch. 04



Shade returned many times after that to visit me, sometimes when Jaysin was away at work for days he'd send her to keep me company and that she did well. His own treatment of me was becoming distant, there was less and less physical interaction, and I found myself becoming attached more than physically to Shade. Fall was fast approaching, the leaves outside the house were beginning to change colors, Jaysin brought fewer guests to the house, his band equipment had been moved out and I had to believe either they were actually playing gigs and travelling, or they'd found somewhere else to practice. Shade stopped coming around as much and I was left alone in the house, too terrified of the dogs to leave, I couldn't go much further than the deck outside, when I'd come out they'd sit at the bottom of the stairs and look up at me insolently, as if desperately wanting me to come down and give them chase. I was desperately bored of this arrangement, he had added a door to his bedroom so that I didn't have access to the television and there were no phone lines in the house. My cellphone battery had long since died, the charger mysteriously disappeared once I'd arrived at the house and so I was completely isolated. 

Into late October near Halloween, Jaysin suddenly returned looking desperately careworn as if he'd aged greatly in the time he'd been gone. I was past any desire to see him, or even Shade, I just wanted to go back to my apartment, if it was even still my apartment, and get out of this arrangement. I wanted to tell him this but he looked so sickly, so tired that I left him be as he stumbled up to his bedroom and returned to my own room and closed him out. Late into the night he came for me, and rather than inviting me to his room, took from me what he wanted in my own bed. I allowed him, gave him a good show of insolence and defiance and then turned my back on him when the deed was finished. "You have every right to be angry with me." he said and I shrugged, not turning over. "I shouldn't have brought you here...my life is not for you." 

"If you say so." I said, trying my hardest to feign indifference, not wanting him to know he'd hurt me. "I just want to go back to my apartment if I still have one." 

"You do." He said with a deep sigh. "There's gonna be a Halloween party here...I want you to stay for that and then you'll be free to go, I'll get you back to where you want to be." 

I didn't say anything, my eyes stung with tears, his voice sounded full of genuine defeat, but I didn't dare ask him what was bothering him. I wanted to know but I didn't want him to know I cared and that was difficult. I kept my back to him, tried to keep my breathing steady, it was becoming ragged, on the edge of sobbing aloud. He left the room slowly, his footsteps reluctant at first but then I heard him sprint up the stairs and the door slam. Moments later I heard him playing the drums and opened my eyes with a start, I hadn't known he'd brought them back with him. I cried uncontrollably for a long while, sitting on the edge of my bed, my head hung down. I wanted to stay, suddenly, as badly as I wanted to go. This place had become a sort of safe-haven for me, even if I felt as if I was held here against my will, I also feared having to face the world alone again. The entire time I turned this realization over in my head he thundered above me on the drums, long after I'd fallen into an uneasy sleep I could hear him on the edge of my consciousness, and I woke suddenly when I realized the music had stopped. The fire had burned low and I was about to get up and fix it when a subtle movement at the door stopped me. I lay still, my eyes barely open, and saw Jaysin cross the room and add logs to the fire and then heard him go up the stairs again, this time being so quiet I didn't really know if he was gone. 

The Halloween party came and went, it was a lot of fun, some people dressed up while others, like myself, did not. Shade was there and we spent a secret hour in my room making up for time we'd lost. I got her number, telling her I didn't know how much longer I'd be at the house but that I'd like to continue seeing her when I'd gone back to school. I returned to the living room and the crowd was beginning to dwindle down, Jaysin was leaning against one arm of the couch, one leg kicked up on the cushions, the other foot on the floor. He smiled slightly when Shade and I emerged from the hallway and then looked away. Shade gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me goodnight and then passed Jaysin with barely a word to him and slipped out the door into the night. Now only the two bandmates I'd originally seen remained. They tried to carry on a conversation with Jaysin as I watched from the hallway, where I was leaning on the wall, but he seemed to be a million miles away in his own thoughts. Both of his friends gave me accusing glances as they told him "Later." and departed. 

The guests were gone and I looked at him expectantly, now he seemed to find the strength to look at me, now that they were all gone and we were alone. I approached him cautiously, wanting to ask him to allow me to leave now, wanting him to keep his word. I'd never been more ready to leave a place in my life, though in my heart never more ready to stay. My things were already packed at the top of my staircase, waiting. I sat on the opposite end of the large couch and didn't say a word. After a moment he said, "Get your clothes off." I stared at him, it didn't occur to me to obey him, not now, I was supposed to be free of him. 

He got up, his expression suddenly unreadable, but fast becoming one of anger. I trembled slightly as I pulled off my shirt, there was a throw on the couch and I hid under it, covering myself from him. He wasted no time on getting started, instead ripping into me dry, I literally cried out in pain and he stared down at me, pinning me to the couch by my hands. "My God...I'm not gonna last..." he gasped and very quickly, it was over, he was dressed and sitting looking at the floor. "I never thought I'd meet my match in a college kid." He said, turning to stare down at me where I lay looking up at him sullenly. I hated when he made me feel so used, and he seemed to pick up on this vibe but said nothing, though his expression softened somewhat. 

I waited until he'd gone upstairs to gather up my stuff, not bothering to dress I went back to my room angrily and took a bath wondering when he was going to release me. Hours passed and he didn't come down from his room that I was aware of, I was certain he was doing this to keep me around as long as he could. I slipped upstairs later to make a sandwich and was startled to find he was asleep on the couch right where I'd been laying. He was so dead out I dropped the knife and he didn't even move, he was actually kind of cute when he was asleep. Then I realized I had a chance to escape, since it was apparent he wasn't going to release me willingly. I stood over him for a moment, after retrieving the dropped weapon, contemplating how best to make my next move. I knew that I must be both quick and precise, for he was of an evil mind and if I did not succeed in killing him outright I most certainly would not live to make my escape. I stared at the steady pulse of his heart, visible in his exposed jugular and slid silently to my knees, the knife raised in my hand. I made my move but was stunned when his strong hand shot up, stopping the blade mere centimeters from where it would have passed through both his jugular and spinal cord, severing them and first incapacitating, then killing him. His cold blue eyes opened, narrowed, as recognition set in. I twisted my hand furiously, pulling it free and slicing his palm open in the process. He did not seem to notice the wound and he rolled from the couch where he'd been sleeping. I wasted no time dropping the knife at my feet where it landed on it's point, quivering menacingly. 

I turned and fled, running as fast as I could, forgetting everything I owned. The plan, which had seemed foolproof in the moment it had taken to think it up, had failed. I was as good as dead. As I ran through the trees behind his house I looked back and realized he wasn't chasing me, but rather, standing in the door watching me, binding his wounded hand. His expression was unreadable at this distance, but I was certain I saw a look of amusement. I watched in shock as he now clearly smiled at me, a smile that did not touch the furious cold of his blue eyes, and turned, closing the door behind him. Worse than chasing me, he had decided to let me struggle to whatever end, and then I heard the dogs barking, the dogs coming for me. I felt the chill of the late Fall night air and knew I'd have to return to the house, but waited still, hoping he'd leave the door unlocked and not leave me to freeze, glad that for some reason the dogs never found me. Thankfully, he had left the door unlocked for me and I slipped back in and down to my basement room, terrified beyond belief of getting repaid for the wound I'd inflicted on him, but no knife came. In fact, I didn't see him again for a long space of time, mainly because I lived the life of a mouse in the cellar, slipping up late at night every couple of days to take enough food to sustain me. 

After two weeks of not seeing him I was awakened before dawn by what sounded like my door being slammed open against the wall, not closed, as one would expect. I waited, frightened, in my room for half the day, a cold draft was coming down the stairway into my room, it put out the fire and I wound myself in my blankets. I waited hours before I went up his staircase and found that the front door was open and that fresh snow lay on the deck outside. Had I paid attention I'd have noticed that there were no footprints leading outside the house, but I was more interested in seeing the snow. It was coming down quite heavily and I stood wrapped in my blanket, barefoot and shivering, watching it in amazed wonder. Jaysin hit me so hard from the back I nearly fell, he forced me out onto the deck and into the railing so that I was bent over it, looking down. "We're going to try something new today, Cassidy." He yanked my head back by my hair so that his face was against mine. I could literally feel the malice in his touch so much that I didn't even notice the cold of the snow underfoot. He was unfastening his belt, I realized with a shock, and looked around at the snowy woods. "You're going to tell me why you tried to kill me, why, when you knew I'd never really harm you." 

"You..." I felt him working down my pajama pants and struggled. "You wouldn't let me go." I said, shivering from terror more than cold as he yanked the blanket off of my bare arms. He pushed me over the railing and brought the belt down on my ass with tremedous force so that I nearly jumped over the railing. 

"I told you I'd let you go after the Halloween party. It was YOU that failed to specify date and time." The belt struck me again and I fought back a cry, hating the tears that were freezing on my cheeks. "I don't appreciate it when a guest tries to knife me in my sleep. I appreciate it even less when that guest has not been asked to do anything while she's been here." Another hard smack. 

"I was your damned slave." I said, my anger boiling over suddenly, I spun around on him so fast he lost his grip on me for a moment and stepped backwards, but if I thought I'd seen anger in his face before, then this was some whole new devil staring back at me. "You...you used me to keep you happy, I never wanted any of this, not even from the first damn night." I was wearing a long shirt so I just stepped out of my pajamas and walked past him back into the house and towards my little cellar room. He caught me around the left wrist and I came around with a hard slap across his face, which I realized perhaps a second too late was not a good idea. He started to laugh, but it wasn't a happy laugh, rather a dark sound that made me want to get away from him. He caught up my free hand with his own and transferred it to the other hand. With startling ease he lifted me over his shoulders and carried me up to his room though now I was struggling as fiercly as I could. He didn't seem to care that he dragged me roughly against the walls around the narrow staircase, or that he dropped me uncerimoniously not on the bed, but on the stonework that lay directly in front of the fireplace to prevent sparks from burning the hardwood floor. 

"You don't understand, do you?" He said to me, his voice calm, which terrified me further. "I never wanted that night to happen either, it just did. You're the first one I stayed with in a long time, Amanda had only been around me two weeks and we never...I never...she just didn't interest me like you did." 

"So you...you abused me and ran in and out of my life...and you didn't even want to?" I asked, finding it impossible to fight back my words despite my fear. "I'm sorry that sounds like...like bullshit to me." 

"I told you not to get attached." he said, shrugging and I looked at him and opened my mouth furiously, but his expression was hardened, he didn't want to hear what I had to say. His eyes were still cold and furious as he approached me and pulled me up from the floor, tearing off the nightshirt he pushed me towards his bed. "And if you thought I hurt you before..." he finished with a cold laugh.

I woke to someone pounding on the door outside the house furiously and sat up with a groan of pain and felt my thighs come apart stickily, blood was still there. Blood was everywhere, in fact, I noticed as I got up from the hardwood floor where he'd left me unconscious, I guessed. I looked over the top of the railing and saw two policemen, guns drawn, through the window above the door, I realized now that everything in this house had been built for a reason, and this was one of his designs, so that he could see who was at the door. My pajama pants had been brought up and lay by the fire, warm and dry and I pulled them on, feeling them sticking uncomfortably to the blood on my legs. I trembled and felt a wave of nausea pass through me as I descended the stairs, every step bringing a jolt of pain from my damaged lower half. I stumbled to the door and opened it and the police stared at me apprehensively, asking me my name, which in my incoherent state, didn't mean anything. One of them looked down and said, "We need a medic." To the other. 

"No...no medics, please. I've been through enough humiliation." I said, surprised as they were at how decisive my voice sounded when I spoke. "I'm Cassidy Reynolds, yes...but why are you here and how did you find me?" 

"Do you know this man?" One of the officers held out a rough printout of a picture that appeared to be an old mugshot, and despite it's graininess, and the fact that he had short hair, I recognized Jaysin with little effort. At first I was tempted to lie, to say I'd never seen him in case I was in trouble for being in his house, but the feeling passed quickly. 

"Yeah...yeah this is his house." I said, wincing as a bolt of pain shot through my abdomen. I swayed dangerously and motioned them to follow me to the dining room table so that I could sit in one of the wooden chairs. I didn't want to ruin any of the furniture and knew I was still bleeding rather badly. "I get the feeling you knew that already." 

"It was his house." the first officer, who was dark headed, said but his tone was unreadable and I looked at him questioningly. He wasn't about to tell me anything, however, until he knew my involvement. "Were you his girlfriend, Miss Reynolds?" 

"I...I wouldn't call it that, no." I said, wondering what I had been and then it occured to me. "Why did you ask if I was in the past tense. Where's Jaysin?" I little jolt of panic ran through me suddenly, I knew something had happened. 

The other officer was looking around the living room and turned back to me, "Do you know where the weapons were kept?" I looked at him stunned. "You don't? How long have you been here?" 

"Since...since July but I never...he never...What the Hell happened that you're not telling me?" I asked, my stomach hurting worse now than ever. I needed to lie down, and from the look on the dark haired cop's face I could tell he was getting even closer to calling the paramedics. "Just...just tell me what happened." I said, softly. 

"At about five this morning 'Jaysin' as you refer to him, walked up to an off-duty officer and shot him in the head. He then used the downed officer's radio to call for backup. More officers responded and he shot them as well." I gasped and the dark haired cop nodded grimly. "He's shot 34 officers. SWAT, beat, traffic. Anything that came near him that he saw was gunned down. I haven't heard how many of those died." 

"And...and what happened to him?" I asked, my entire body numb except for the dull throbbing in my abdomen, which also seemed greatly reduced, distant, surreal, even. "Where is he?" 

"He's dead." The dark haired cop put a hand on my shoulder as if to support me but rather it caused me to draw away from him, I didn't want a man's touch. I thought of poor Shade, wondered if she'd heard, wished I could call her. "Miss Reynolds?" the cops voice spoke from far away and I felt myself wipe away a tear that was running down my cheek. 

"I'd like to go back to my apartment now." I said, standing and swaying dangerously. The cop appeared to be on the verge of arguing but our eyes met and he looked away. "Please." I added. 





When I got back to my apartment I took a shower and dressed in and old pair of pajamas that had been left behind the night he'd taken me and settled onto the couch, laying on my side, a pillow against my aching stomach. I turned on the television and gasped at what I saw. A picture of Jaysin, with his name, spelled differently under it, was on the screen, and a recorded shot to the right showed my college, my school. I began to comprehend what was happening, people dead, police running, medics tending to the wounded. Then I saw the headline, the shooter had been brought down after killing twenty-seven police officers. Not one student had been harmed, the newscaster informed me, this had been an apparently well thought out attack on the city police. Tears formed in my eyes again and I brushed them away hatefully as someone pounded on the door of my apartment. I went down without thinking and opened it and found myself face to face with the two friends from the band room. "How the Hell did you get past the door?" I asked, staring at them. 

One of them held out a key and I took it and we all stood staring at each other for a long moment. Finally, one of them spoke, he had long reddish-brown hair that was pulled into a pony-tail. "He...he'd been letting us stay here." 

"We thought ya'll were...you know...gonna stay together." Said the other, who had short bleached-blonde hair with bright red tips on it. "He...he said we could crash here til he could convince you to let us have the lease on it." 

"He never mentioned it to me." I said, noticing one of my neighbors peering out of her door across the hall I motioned them in and closed the door behind them. "Apparently he never mentioned a lot of things." I gestured towards the television and saw the one with the long hair pale slightly. 

"I...we didn't know anything about...about that." The blonde said, his voice shaking. "I didn't know he owned a gun...Joey didn't either." he motioned to long-haired one, who was gazing stonily at the television where they were replaying, again, the scene from the shooting. This time they showed a different angle and I grabbed my mouth to keep from vomiting as I saw him turn the gun on himself and shoot himself not in the head, but rather giving himself a mortal wound. I watched him keep the gun trained on the cops, watched his face paling, saw him stumble and drop to his knees in the slushy snow that was tainted red with the blood of the dead, as well as his own, but still he kept the gun up. He slumped over suddenly and I felt the room going dark and the short haired blonde catch me as I fell too, "Never should have...that was...wrong to show." He gasped as they helped me to the couch. 




The Sleeping Devil Ch. 04



We sat in silence, the television off, for what must have been hours, I wondered if they knew the details between Jaysin and me but couldn't bring myself to ask them, in the end. After a time they stood and I stood as well and accepted their one-armed embraces, their sympathies and then their leaving. I didn't really want them there, in my time of grief, the pain hadn't subsided at all and I was beginning to think that maybe I should go to the hospital, but upon inspection I found that the bleeding had, at least, stopped and was relieved. I didn't want him to be labled any further than he already had. I began preparations to attend his funeral, calling around to find out when and where I would have to go to do this, and it was surprisingly difficult. He'd come from a town far away from my midwestern college, he'd been born and raised in a small town on the East coast and it was to there the body had already been returned. He had living family, it seemed, next of kin and I'd always just thought he was alone in the world. I booked a flight to the nearest airport and arranged a rental car and hotel room as close to where the service was to take place as possible. I was surprised to find that I was not alone, Joey and the blonde haired young man were also on the same flight, but I didn't let them see me, didn't want to show up there in their presence. Jaysin had kept them from me and me from them as much as possible, so it didn't seem right to me that I be with them now. 

Finding my way to the small town didn't prove very difficult, I simply waited for his friends to leave in their own rental and followed them down through the flat coastal plain on a mostly deserted highway. We soon left the main highway and travelled primarily by backroad at high rates of speed that normally would have terrified me but I was too intent on keeping with them to give up over a little thing like fear. My hotel was different from theirs, thankfully, and when they turned off I continued on, following the directions provided by the internet until I found where I was to stay. I went to the wake the following evening, my face hidden behind a veil, I stood over him, looking down at the sleeping devil, waiting for him to reach up and grab me. I saw the necklace he'd always worn and, looking around to make sure no one noticed, I slipped it off of his neck and pocketed it. No one else would have understood, but I knew it would have amused him that, even in death, being that close to him and not knowing by his looks if he was awake or asleep still brought terror to my heart. I put the necklace on as soon as I was safely out of sight of his grieving family, and vowed to wear it until the chain broke, or until the day I died, whichever came first. The next day I also attended his burial but stayed a respectful distance from the rest of the family. I saw his parents, he resembled his father but could also see that he had his mother's eyes and stern expression that was present even in her mourning. Others were crowded around, some that resembled him, some like the two friends from my town looked uncomfortable and unsure of themselves. I left as the casket was lowered, slipping away quietly and without any more notice than my signature in the guest book, I felt I had remained fairly well hidden. At the hotel, however, the manager stopped by my room with a small envelope addressed to my room number but not my name I took it but was confused at what it meant. When I opened it I collapsed with sob onto my bed as a piece of paper, stained with blood, drifted out onto the floor. On it were written just two words: "Dead Skin." 

Five months after his death, I was called into an attorney's office in the same small town for the reading of his Will, I had been added, it seemed, just two weeks before his death. I'd been a challenge to find, the attorney's assistant told me as we waited for the attorney to come into the meeting room. The rest of the family had heard the Will read just a week after the funeral and only one of them didn't seem surprised to hear my name. His mother had known something about me but to what extent she had refused to tell the others. When the reading was finished I was stunned, as he'd left to me he'd his house and all of the possessions within it, and the two large dogs, whose names were given as well as a list of commands to control them. He'd also left me an enormous amount of money that would more than cover finishing my education, among other expenses. I asked the attorney where he got the money from and the attorney smiled. "Jaysin was a poor working man from the time he dropped out of high-school at sixteen years old. But he was a gifted individual who could not only play music but also had a talent for carpentry. He didn't live life at a high price, he kept his money put up and lived meager up until this past year. That's when he came to me, this past January, to draw up the Will." The attorney paused and pulled out the document and showed it to me, "He had the house and land ownership left open to a then undisclosed individual. Two weeks before he died, as you know, he contacted me and gave me all of your information, which was still proved most difficult to use, as you moved just after the funeral. At the time I believed he was going to marry you..." the attorney reached into his pocket and took out a small black box and I knew what it was without looking. "And he might have...but knowing Jaysin like I did for however brief a time, I believe he went out just the way he wanted." The attorney was smiling down at my hands, which were rubbing my belly, which was indeed beginning to get much bigger and I smiled back at him and nodded. 

The End.