Summoning?
I shook my head adamantly. Like a witch ritual?
I don't believe in that crap!
"Yes, You did..." It purred. Large hands landing on my knees with thumbs massaging inwardly toward the most sensitive part of my thighs. I jerked and leaned up to shove him but again, he pushed my chest. Making me bounce forward and right back to the bed.
Then I heard a surge of wind in the room as one hand lifted from my leg.
I heard the clanging of chains and looked around.
I didn't go to sleep.
I didn't go to sleep!
This can't be a nightmare. I am awake. I racked my brain and was certain there was no point when I could've laid down and then began to dream.
"You have a whore's heart. And it begs me..." He rumbled. Making my chest vibrate with the low tones in his voice.
Whore? Whore's heart?
What the sheer fucking hell is he talking about? My panicked brain was barely keeping up.
"Mmm..." He rumbled. "And your delicious scent. The smell of your sex."
There was still the rattling of chains, but they sounded closer now.
There's no chains in my room.
I could hear them from beneath my bed at first, then up along the sides then I could feel their weight and hear the whispering of them across my plush comforter.
I felt the icy chill of one on my wrist and jerked my arm away. Rolling to my side opposite it.
Then another chain snapped that wrist. Wrapping it like an anaconda before I could tear it free.
I squeaked around my tongue. Slapping and tugging until I'd rubbed some skin from beneath it.
The shadowy figure was unmoving. Simply watching.
I tried to yank the chain in every direction, but it had two pivot points coming off it. One going to my headboard and the other tight around the edge of my bed and connected somewhere beneath. It was unrelenting and there seemed to be no end I could break free. It was looped about five times. Going from the delicate bones at the base of my hand to midway up my forearm.
I flailed and fought it but as I tried to scoot further toward it to make slack, my knee encountered the hip or side of the thing standing over me, refusing to move enough I could turn as it stood between my bent knees.
Then suddenly cold wrapped my free wrist. Snatching it and binding it quickly before forcefully yanking me onto my back and then withdrawing beneath my bed until it was pulled taut.
A chain.
I was stretched over the bed. My arms out to my sides with nowhere to escape to.
I was screaming, but only tiny mutterings emerging.
I shook my head in denial. Certain I already knew what he was going to do to me. I struggled to the point my shoulders and elbows were hurting and the chains were biting.
***
An orange flame burst to life over me. Illuminating a face, I knew.
The neighbor.
He was wearing a long, ancient looking red cloak which had made his shape seem far wider. But he was just as tall as I'd first perceived him.
Huge.
I twisted my neck, stretching it to try to talk.
He rubbed his fingertips together. And it took me a second to fully realize that it was his fingers generating the fire.
Like I'd seen back at the club.
He was following me?
***
"I wouldn't scream..." He murmured. Though he didn't tell me why.
His thumb and forefinger caressed lightly along each other. Generating the dancing orange flame. Trimmed in red as rich as the cloak he wore. And winking off black whiskers framing his mouth and hard green eyes.
So pale, they were almost white.
I hadn't noticed that from the distance.
It made him seem all the more intimidating.
"If you fight, if you don't obey...I can touch the chains..." He said softly. His bass voice booming through the room, even when he only whispered.
I took in what he was telling me.
If I don't do as I'm told he'll heat the chains and burn them into me.
I stopped struggling and stared at him.
"Now...Jessica...Let's fix that lovely mouth."
He brought his hands together and unfolded them in a ball of light.
Suddenly my numbed tongue felt normal sized again.
I opened my mouth to shriek for the neighbors, but he lifted one fiery finger and waved it as he clucked in disapproval. Making that flame whoosh through the air with the movement.
He dropped his hands and hovered them over my legs. Almost threateningly.
I held my breath as I watched the flames rising from his palm up between his fingers and leaving tufts of smoke in the air. I scrunched my eyes closed and tried not to scream. Praying that he wouldn't touch me with those scalding hands.
But I heard another hiss and when I dared peel my eyes open, I found only darkness. And his shadow hovering over me.
The flames are out.
Then I felt those hands land on my thighs. Ice cold. As if nearly frozen.
***
His touch was weighted from his tremendous height leaning over me. Making my legs sink into the foot of the bed.
And I'd never felt a touch so chilly. Impossibly cold. Making my skin retract at the merest touch.
I tried to sink in the rest of my body. To withdraw from that firm touch. Which reached all around my thighs with giant hands. I stared up at him in horror.
"I could feel your lust from my home." He nodded toward the window. "Scent it every time you drove by and tonight...Mmm."
He shook his head, almost in wonder. His hands inching upward and sliding beneath the hem of my dress. "Tonight, you reek of it. Every inch of your skin begging for a man."
"I-I..."
"It is a pheromone human women generate." He paused as his hands pressed up to my hips and then rolled outward beneath my skirt. Gripping my hips. "It summons me like a moth to a flame."
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