Author's Note: Before I go any further, I would like to thank my sweet
reviewers and to apologise for the delay.
Chapter 2
Father Riley, the confessor of the monastery was looking out of the narrow window, his warm, blue eyes filled with sorrow as he was listening the discussion taking place in the old and Spartan decorated room.
"It is my conclusion that sister Dolores is suffering from a very peculiar form of schizophrenia. She seems convinced that she is being visited by night by this demonic entity she calls Yasir. I would recommend getting professional help", Mr. Gonzales, the psychiatrist they had sent for concluded.
"And what exactly do you mean professional help", Mother Superior cut in.
"It's been almost a month, now, and she is getting more and more hysterical. You should know that, as days go by, her situation is getting worse. If I had known at the right time." the psychiatrist's eyes fixed themselves accusatory on the priest's back.
The priest felt the gaze and with a sigh turned around, pulling off his round glasses.
"You know that I have sworn to keep the secrecy of everything I hear in the confessional.", he replied softly.
Mr. Gonzales fought the urge to jump off the chair and yell. The poor girl had had to go hysterical during the mass for him to be called, and, when Mother Superior had asked for him professional help, the sickness had already began engulfing her. Taking deep breaths to calm himself, he added in a tone laced with sarcasm:
"And you are not convinced she is having hallucinations either."
"My son, in my world, what often seems impossible is not. Blind people see, deaf hear, and dead people resurrect through the sheer will of our Lord."
"I am a good Christian, father," the psychiatrist brutally cut in," and I do not dare to question the miracles. But now, in this century.I find it hard to believe that something akin to miracle is happening. A daemon at night visiting a nun ..excuse me for saying so, Mother Superior, but this girl must be having only the natural urges. I am even surprised she hadn't experienced them so far. She is only 21, it is only normal for her to have erotic dreams, even if she is currently a nun. One cannot escape nature."
"I wish that were true", Mother Superior spoke, a tinge of regret in her voice, "That would have been a fortunate case. You see, doctor, nobody ever forced her to remain here. Never. But we are the only family she has ever had, and I know she loves us dearly, for we too love her. Dolores is the younger of us, and unfortunately, we could offer her little of the youth's joys. I have taken her to the town a few times, but she is as skittish as a mare, especially when it comes to men. I must confess I feel guilty about it, for I have a feeling she does not belong in a monastery. I would have loved if she were to get a family of her own, yet, unfortunately, it seems that we have not prepared her enough for the outer world." She finished in a gentle voice.
"Yes, we have discussed these things before, and, once again we don't seem to come to a mutual conclusion. I have discusses to my superiors and we have decided to move her into a Mental Institution!"
"You can't do that!" the father's voice was angry. "She is not crazy! Putting her in there will only make things worse!"
"She thinks she has sex with a daemon! Really, father, I can't believe you actually think she's telling the truth. We followed her, remember? We followed her for a week, day and night and nothing out of the ordinary has happened!"
"I must say I agree with father Riley on this matter. Dolores will remain here, and we shall look after her as well as we can. Taking her out of her home to forcibly move her to a mental facility will do nothing but further damage."
"I am truly sorry that you feel this way" the psychiatrist rummaged through his briefcase then stood up, handling a file to the Mother superior. "These are the papers, I have all the clearances I need. As I depart I shall take her with me to Madrid. You are, of course allowed to visit her every time."
"But.."
"I am sorry, but I will save this poor girl's mind. I assure you that once I'm done, she will be a happy young woman.", he concluded. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go and see what she is doing."
As the door closed with a low hiss behind him, Mother Superior spoke in a tired voice, rubbing her forehead:
"What have we done?"
***
Lolita woke up in a strange state of happiness. She rubbed her eyes with the fists, just like children do, and smiled fondly, to whom, even she couldn't tell.
Her happiness, however, was short-lived as memories of the previous night came crushing down on her. She quickly stood up and washed herself in the cold water, wincing as she saw the bruises adorning her tights and hips. She had showed them to signor Gonzales, but he said they weren't relevant. Frankly, she felt like she was loosing her mind.
Dressing up in her austere clothes, she expertly cleaned the cold, little room, opening a small window to let the autumn air in. Inhaling deeply the smell of leaves and humid soil, she willed her mind blank of everything. It was a little trick she had discovered by accident, and which had helped her through these past weeks, ever since the visits started.
She still remembered vividly the first time they met. It had been over two years ago, when she and Mother Superior had gone to the small near-by city to buy seeds for the spring sowing....
Flashback:
Lolita walked closely to the Mother Superior, fighting the urge to grab her arm and never let go. The dimming light of the sunset, had let the streets almost bare, so she did not feel as threatened as usual.
She had never been fond of going to the city, and her reluctance grew once she reached the teenage years. She was too shy and completely inexperienced to deal with the lascivious looks and words of different men, who were not fazed by her sober clothing. However, she did enjoy the small amusements that the town sometime offered and that spring was full of such enjoyments, for a circus had just arrived as the papers scattered around the town enthusiastically announced.
Clutching the bag full of seeds closely, Lolita glanced around quickly, under lowered lashes, her heart beet suddenly speeding up as she spotted the painted face of a clown. Without even realising, she stopped to have a better look, while Mother Superior, who was in front of her, continued walking ignorant of what was happening.
The girl no longer felt anxious, but enthusiastic. Gone was all her fear of being alone, replaced by a warn feeling and the joy of her discovery. Having left the convent only a few times in her life, the world was still a place full of wonder for her.
The clown observed the young girl who had stopped in the middle of the street, her green eyes full of wonder. He made a face at the children gathered around him, making them burst into laughter, then make a come here gesture to the girl. Lolita joyfully approached him, placing herself in the crowd of children and laughing whole-heartily at the clown's every gesture. Truly, that was the best day of her life!
It was only when the clown announced that the representation was over for that evening, that she had truly realised her situation. The clown went away to the inn, probably to quench his thirst and the children quickly scattered around, leaving her alone and scared in the middle of the town.
Lolita felt tears welling in her eyes and willed herself not to cry. She was not a baby, surely she could find her way home alone! And if she couldn't on her own, she would find a nice lady and ask her for help. Everybody in the small town knew the way to the monastery. With high hopes, the girl set for the road, aimlessly walking through the streets, looking for the path home.
Half an hour later, she had almost given up hope. The night had well fallen, and a cool wind, reminiscenting of the past winter, started blowing. After reaching one more dead end, her shoulders slumped in defeat, she was feeling an acute need to pray. Only by miracle she would manage to get home safely.
"Well, well", a hoarse voice suddenly cut through the darkness, making her shiver, "What are you doing here, turtledove? Looking for some company?"
"She sure found it now", a second voice reverberated, chuckling with malignity.
"Who is there?", Lolita asked, "Show yourself!", she demanded with more bravado then she felt.
Two large men stepped into the dim light provided by a lonely street lamp, grinning broadly. They had obviously been drinking, for they emanated a foul smell of bad tequila and other cheep drinks. The girl fearfully took in their impressive height and girth, the snarl of their mouth and the cruel look in their booze-glazed eyes.
She backed down quickly until her back forcefully hit the wall, as the men approached her with the sadistic pleasure of a lion, which had cornered the gazelle. Lolita's knees shook so much it was a wonder she still could stand. Her mind kept telling her to run, but she couldn't make her body obey.
"Pretty, pretty girl", one of them croaked, cupping one of her breasts as the other macho plunged his dirty hands into her hair, admiring her stunning tresses. Lolita gave a shriek and brought her hands up to protect herself, while kicking blindly with her feet. The men grunted in small pain, as she managed to make contact once or twice but continued their assault. Her long dress was torn to shreds, and she intensified her efforts to escape, as a new rush of adrenaline kicked in, but her renewed struggles irritated one of the men and, with a mere flick of his wrist, he banged the girl's head against the wall, hence knocking her unconscious.
The last thing Lolita felt before slipping into a blessed unconsciousness was the awful small engulfing her.
End Flashback
A small, yet persistent knock on the door pulled her out of her reverie and she shook herself as she realised that her "blank your mind" exercise had ended in thinking about HIM!
"Come in!", she invited, and the door opened revealing a smiling psychiatrist.
"And how are we feeling today, Dolores?", he asked, professionally taking in her appearance, the pallor of her face, and the purple bags under her green eyes. "Have you had any more nightmares?"
Lolita licked her suddenly dry lips. She did not trust Mr. Gonzales much, although he did seem a nice man. Yet, he had only served to increase her worries that there was something wrong with her.
"No", she answered "No more nightmares". Truly, last night had been nothing but a wonderful dream. The horror, as always, came in the morning.
"That is good, miss Dolores. I have come to let you know that I will be leaving this afternoon", he paused, his eyes piercing her " and that I want you to come with me."
"What? No, I can't! I wont...you can't make me! I don't want to!", Lolita cried out.
"I am afraid you'll have to, miss Dolores. I have already checked with my superiors and everything has been approved. You will be checked in the best mental hospital in Madrid as soon as we get there. Don't worry, you will have the best treatment and I promise you that you will get your sanity back."
"I am not crazy!", the girl protested.
"The first step towards health is admitting that you are ill!", the psychiatrist repeated for the umpteenth time. "I will leave you alone now. Pack your bags!"
"Mother superior won't let you take me!"
"She has no authority whatsoever. This is above the church. They have indoctrinated you since you were a small child and have deprived you of a normal life. I intend to give it back to you, no matter what!"
That being said, Mr. Gonzales left the room, leaving the girl engulfed in despair. She bit her lower lip, and hid her face with her hands. What was she going to do now? She was already helpless inside the convent, outside she would surely perish. Sliding to the cold floor, she hugged her knees to her chest and started rocking slowly. How did her life turn this way?
Flashback
Lolita moaned softly as she slowly regained her consciousness. Her head was pounding heavily, and she was feeling dizzy. Despite this, she was feeling safe and warm, like she had never felt before. With an effort she opened her eyes, only to be greeted by a pair of brown eyes looking down on her. Her breath caught in her throat, and try as she might, she couldn't look away.
He gave a sly smile and she felt herself blush. She was being carried like a small child in his arms, her body carefully cradled at his broad chest. Lolita gave a sigh, and buried her nose in his chest, inhaling his deep, sandalwood smell. The girl did not dare to look up again, too intimidated by his masculinity.
As the memories of the attack came back to her, she started shivering in terror, her breath coming out in short gasps. Unconsciously, she clutched at his arms harder, gripping them with all her strength. Had something happened back there? her mind screamed at her.
"No!", the man holding her suddenly spoke in a rich, deep voice.
'NO!?' she thought in a daze. 'Can he read my mind?'
Apparently so, because he chuckled and spin her around, making her giggle, both excited and scared. The spin ended in a descending curve and he sat on the grass, Lolita in his lap. He said nothing more, merely tangled his fingers in her long wisps of hair, petting her.
She looked around from behind lowered lashes, taking in her surroundings. They were in a beautiful, thick forest, dimly lighted by the silver light of the moon. Lolita shivered as her fright returned tenfold. What was she doing here, at night, with an unknown man?
"I...I've got to go, now...", she babbled trying to untangle herself from his arms.
"Now, now..", he chided in an amused voice, tightening his vice-grip on her and hence immobilising her completely, "You are in the middle of a forest. How could you possibly hope to get home all by yourself. Furthermore, what kind of gentleman would I be to let a pretty demoiselle like yourself in distress?"
"I...I don't think you're a gentleman at all!", Lolita burst out saying in an uncanny matter. "Not at all! Not let me go at once!", she cried out, struggling further.
"There, there..no need for violence!", he chuckled in a low, sensual voice, not releasing his hold on her, despite her renewed struggling. "Calm yourself, Lolita, I am not going to hurt you!"
Hearing her name being called, she stopped fighting, her body turning as stiff as a board.
"How..how do you know my name?", her voice shook with fright.
"I know many, many things about you. I know even more than you do, mea cara", his voice turned into a seductive whisper "I am there when you wake up, and I am with you when you go to bed. I know that you like fresh peaches and that you hate carrots. You love blue flowers and you like to read poetry. And there is more, so much more I know......."
"No..", she choked out in shocked surprise. "who are you?"
"I think you already know that, Lolita", he whispered in a dark voice "I am your husband. Do you remember me now, wife?"
"No, you're sick...you're sick..let me go!", she cried out before his mouth came crushing down on hers, taking her completely by surprise. Lolita's eyes popped out in shock as his tongue forced its way between her lips. One hand on the back of her head kept her immobile and the girl could do nothing but whimper under the assault.
She had never been kissed before, and frankly she knew little things about it, so it was a matter of seconds before his seductive skills turned her into putty. Shutting her eyes, she forced herself to relax and was swept away by the new sensations. The man lessened his tight grip on her the moment he was sure she wouldn't try to escape and, much to his pleasure, Lolita wound her thin hands around his neck, acting on pure instinct.
The kiss turned from sweet to carnal, and the man, curbing his instinct, forced himself to break it.
As Lolita opened her eyes, full of wonder, her lips murmured:
"Who are you?"
"Yasir", he whispered back, just as his thumb found the sensible vein on her neck and pressed on it. She let out a choked cry before everything turned into a blur and she fell in a peaceful slumber.
Chapter 2
Father Riley, the confessor of the monastery was looking out of the narrow window, his warm, blue eyes filled with sorrow as he was listening the discussion taking place in the old and Spartan decorated room.
"It is my conclusion that sister Dolores is suffering from a very peculiar form of schizophrenia. She seems convinced that she is being visited by night by this demonic entity she calls Yasir. I would recommend getting professional help", Mr. Gonzales, the psychiatrist they had sent for concluded.
"And what exactly do you mean professional help", Mother Superior cut in.
"It's been almost a month, now, and she is getting more and more hysterical. You should know that, as days go by, her situation is getting worse. If I had known at the right time." the psychiatrist's eyes fixed themselves accusatory on the priest's back.
The priest felt the gaze and with a sigh turned around, pulling off his round glasses.
"You know that I have sworn to keep the secrecy of everything I hear in the confessional.", he replied softly.
Mr. Gonzales fought the urge to jump off the chair and yell. The poor girl had had to go hysterical during the mass for him to be called, and, when Mother Superior had asked for him professional help, the sickness had already began engulfing her. Taking deep breaths to calm himself, he added in a tone laced with sarcasm:
"And you are not convinced she is having hallucinations either."
"My son, in my world, what often seems impossible is not. Blind people see, deaf hear, and dead people resurrect through the sheer will of our Lord."
"I am a good Christian, father," the psychiatrist brutally cut in," and I do not dare to question the miracles. But now, in this century.I find it hard to believe that something akin to miracle is happening. A daemon at night visiting a nun ..excuse me for saying so, Mother Superior, but this girl must be having only the natural urges. I am even surprised she hadn't experienced them so far. She is only 21, it is only normal for her to have erotic dreams, even if she is currently a nun. One cannot escape nature."
"I wish that were true", Mother Superior spoke, a tinge of regret in her voice, "That would have been a fortunate case. You see, doctor, nobody ever forced her to remain here. Never. But we are the only family she has ever had, and I know she loves us dearly, for we too love her. Dolores is the younger of us, and unfortunately, we could offer her little of the youth's joys. I have taken her to the town a few times, but she is as skittish as a mare, especially when it comes to men. I must confess I feel guilty about it, for I have a feeling she does not belong in a monastery. I would have loved if she were to get a family of her own, yet, unfortunately, it seems that we have not prepared her enough for the outer world." She finished in a gentle voice.
"Yes, we have discussed these things before, and, once again we don't seem to come to a mutual conclusion. I have discusses to my superiors and we have decided to move her into a Mental Institution!"
"You can't do that!" the father's voice was angry. "She is not crazy! Putting her in there will only make things worse!"
"She thinks she has sex with a daemon! Really, father, I can't believe you actually think she's telling the truth. We followed her, remember? We followed her for a week, day and night and nothing out of the ordinary has happened!"
"I must say I agree with father Riley on this matter. Dolores will remain here, and we shall look after her as well as we can. Taking her out of her home to forcibly move her to a mental facility will do nothing but further damage."
"I am truly sorry that you feel this way" the psychiatrist rummaged through his briefcase then stood up, handling a file to the Mother superior. "These are the papers, I have all the clearances I need. As I depart I shall take her with me to Madrid. You are, of course allowed to visit her every time."
"But.."
"I am sorry, but I will save this poor girl's mind. I assure you that once I'm done, she will be a happy young woman.", he concluded. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go and see what she is doing."
As the door closed with a low hiss behind him, Mother Superior spoke in a tired voice, rubbing her forehead:
"What have we done?"
***
Lolita woke up in a strange state of happiness. She rubbed her eyes with the fists, just like children do, and smiled fondly, to whom, even she couldn't tell.
Her happiness, however, was short-lived as memories of the previous night came crushing down on her. She quickly stood up and washed herself in the cold water, wincing as she saw the bruises adorning her tights and hips. She had showed them to signor Gonzales, but he said they weren't relevant. Frankly, she felt like she was loosing her mind.
Dressing up in her austere clothes, she expertly cleaned the cold, little room, opening a small window to let the autumn air in. Inhaling deeply the smell of leaves and humid soil, she willed her mind blank of everything. It was a little trick she had discovered by accident, and which had helped her through these past weeks, ever since the visits started.
She still remembered vividly the first time they met. It had been over two years ago, when she and Mother Superior had gone to the small near-by city to buy seeds for the spring sowing....
Flashback:
Lolita walked closely to the Mother Superior, fighting the urge to grab her arm and never let go. The dimming light of the sunset, had let the streets almost bare, so she did not feel as threatened as usual.
She had never been fond of going to the city, and her reluctance grew once she reached the teenage years. She was too shy and completely inexperienced to deal with the lascivious looks and words of different men, who were not fazed by her sober clothing. However, she did enjoy the small amusements that the town sometime offered and that spring was full of such enjoyments, for a circus had just arrived as the papers scattered around the town enthusiastically announced.
Clutching the bag full of seeds closely, Lolita glanced around quickly, under lowered lashes, her heart beet suddenly speeding up as she spotted the painted face of a clown. Without even realising, she stopped to have a better look, while Mother Superior, who was in front of her, continued walking ignorant of what was happening.
The girl no longer felt anxious, but enthusiastic. Gone was all her fear of being alone, replaced by a warn feeling and the joy of her discovery. Having left the convent only a few times in her life, the world was still a place full of wonder for her.
The clown observed the young girl who had stopped in the middle of the street, her green eyes full of wonder. He made a face at the children gathered around him, making them burst into laughter, then make a come here gesture to the girl. Lolita joyfully approached him, placing herself in the crowd of children and laughing whole-heartily at the clown's every gesture. Truly, that was the best day of her life!
It was only when the clown announced that the representation was over for that evening, that she had truly realised her situation. The clown went away to the inn, probably to quench his thirst and the children quickly scattered around, leaving her alone and scared in the middle of the town.
Lolita felt tears welling in her eyes and willed herself not to cry. She was not a baby, surely she could find her way home alone! And if she couldn't on her own, she would find a nice lady and ask her for help. Everybody in the small town knew the way to the monastery. With high hopes, the girl set for the road, aimlessly walking through the streets, looking for the path home.
Half an hour later, she had almost given up hope. The night had well fallen, and a cool wind, reminiscenting of the past winter, started blowing. After reaching one more dead end, her shoulders slumped in defeat, she was feeling an acute need to pray. Only by miracle she would manage to get home safely.
"Well, well", a hoarse voice suddenly cut through the darkness, making her shiver, "What are you doing here, turtledove? Looking for some company?"
"She sure found it now", a second voice reverberated, chuckling with malignity.
"Who is there?", Lolita asked, "Show yourself!", she demanded with more bravado then she felt.
Two large men stepped into the dim light provided by a lonely street lamp, grinning broadly. They had obviously been drinking, for they emanated a foul smell of bad tequila and other cheep drinks. The girl fearfully took in their impressive height and girth, the snarl of their mouth and the cruel look in their booze-glazed eyes.
She backed down quickly until her back forcefully hit the wall, as the men approached her with the sadistic pleasure of a lion, which had cornered the gazelle. Lolita's knees shook so much it was a wonder she still could stand. Her mind kept telling her to run, but she couldn't make her body obey.
"Pretty, pretty girl", one of them croaked, cupping one of her breasts as the other macho plunged his dirty hands into her hair, admiring her stunning tresses. Lolita gave a shriek and brought her hands up to protect herself, while kicking blindly with her feet. The men grunted in small pain, as she managed to make contact once or twice but continued their assault. Her long dress was torn to shreds, and she intensified her efforts to escape, as a new rush of adrenaline kicked in, but her renewed struggles irritated one of the men and, with a mere flick of his wrist, he banged the girl's head against the wall, hence knocking her unconscious.
The last thing Lolita felt before slipping into a blessed unconsciousness was the awful small engulfing her.
End Flashback
A small, yet persistent knock on the door pulled her out of her reverie and she shook herself as she realised that her "blank your mind" exercise had ended in thinking about HIM!
"Come in!", she invited, and the door opened revealing a smiling psychiatrist.
"And how are we feeling today, Dolores?", he asked, professionally taking in her appearance, the pallor of her face, and the purple bags under her green eyes. "Have you had any more nightmares?"
Lolita licked her suddenly dry lips. She did not trust Mr. Gonzales much, although he did seem a nice man. Yet, he had only served to increase her worries that there was something wrong with her.
"No", she answered "No more nightmares". Truly, last night had been nothing but a wonderful dream. The horror, as always, came in the morning.
"That is good, miss Dolores. I have come to let you know that I will be leaving this afternoon", he paused, his eyes piercing her " and that I want you to come with me."
"What? No, I can't! I wont...you can't make me! I don't want to!", Lolita cried out.
"I am afraid you'll have to, miss Dolores. I have already checked with my superiors and everything has been approved. You will be checked in the best mental hospital in Madrid as soon as we get there. Don't worry, you will have the best treatment and I promise you that you will get your sanity back."
"I am not crazy!", the girl protested.
"The first step towards health is admitting that you are ill!", the psychiatrist repeated for the umpteenth time. "I will leave you alone now. Pack your bags!"
"Mother superior won't let you take me!"
"She has no authority whatsoever. This is above the church. They have indoctrinated you since you were a small child and have deprived you of a normal life. I intend to give it back to you, no matter what!"
That being said, Mr. Gonzales left the room, leaving the girl engulfed in despair. She bit her lower lip, and hid her face with her hands. What was she going to do now? She was already helpless inside the convent, outside she would surely perish. Sliding to the cold floor, she hugged her knees to her chest and started rocking slowly. How did her life turn this way?
Flashback
Lolita moaned softly as she slowly regained her consciousness. Her head was pounding heavily, and she was feeling dizzy. Despite this, she was feeling safe and warm, like she had never felt before. With an effort she opened her eyes, only to be greeted by a pair of brown eyes looking down on her. Her breath caught in her throat, and try as she might, she couldn't look away.
He gave a sly smile and she felt herself blush. She was being carried like a small child in his arms, her body carefully cradled at his broad chest. Lolita gave a sigh, and buried her nose in his chest, inhaling his deep, sandalwood smell. The girl did not dare to look up again, too intimidated by his masculinity.
As the memories of the attack came back to her, she started shivering in terror, her breath coming out in short gasps. Unconsciously, she clutched at his arms harder, gripping them with all her strength. Had something happened back there? her mind screamed at her.
"No!", the man holding her suddenly spoke in a rich, deep voice.
'NO!?' she thought in a daze. 'Can he read my mind?'
Apparently so, because he chuckled and spin her around, making her giggle, both excited and scared. The spin ended in a descending curve and he sat on the grass, Lolita in his lap. He said nothing more, merely tangled his fingers in her long wisps of hair, petting her.
She looked around from behind lowered lashes, taking in her surroundings. They were in a beautiful, thick forest, dimly lighted by the silver light of the moon. Lolita shivered as her fright returned tenfold. What was she doing here, at night, with an unknown man?
"I...I've got to go, now...", she babbled trying to untangle herself from his arms.
"Now, now..", he chided in an amused voice, tightening his vice-grip on her and hence immobilising her completely, "You are in the middle of a forest. How could you possibly hope to get home all by yourself. Furthermore, what kind of gentleman would I be to let a pretty demoiselle like yourself in distress?"
"I...I don't think you're a gentleman at all!", Lolita burst out saying in an uncanny matter. "Not at all! Not let me go at once!", she cried out, struggling further.
"There, there..no need for violence!", he chuckled in a low, sensual voice, not releasing his hold on her, despite her renewed struggling. "Calm yourself, Lolita, I am not going to hurt you!"
Hearing her name being called, she stopped fighting, her body turning as stiff as a board.
"How..how do you know my name?", her voice shook with fright.
"I know many, many things about you. I know even more than you do, mea cara", his voice turned into a seductive whisper "I am there when you wake up, and I am with you when you go to bed. I know that you like fresh peaches and that you hate carrots. You love blue flowers and you like to read poetry. And there is more, so much more I know......."
"No..", she choked out in shocked surprise. "who are you?"
"I think you already know that, Lolita", he whispered in a dark voice "I am your husband. Do you remember me now, wife?"
"No, you're sick...you're sick..let me go!", she cried out before his mouth came crushing down on hers, taking her completely by surprise. Lolita's eyes popped out in shock as his tongue forced its way between her lips. One hand on the back of her head kept her immobile and the girl could do nothing but whimper under the assault.
She had never been kissed before, and frankly she knew little things about it, so it was a matter of seconds before his seductive skills turned her into putty. Shutting her eyes, she forced herself to relax and was swept away by the new sensations. The man lessened his tight grip on her the moment he was sure she wouldn't try to escape and, much to his pleasure, Lolita wound her thin hands around his neck, acting on pure instinct.
The kiss turned from sweet to carnal, and the man, curbing his instinct, forced himself to break it.
As Lolita opened her eyes, full of wonder, her lips murmured:
"Who are you?"
"Yasir", he whispered back, just as his thumb found the sensible vein on her neck and pressed on it. She let out a choked cry before everything turned into a blur and she fell in a peaceful slumber.