Title: Haunted
Author: Moe Shmoe
Publish Date: July 25, 2005
Author's Note: This is a bit creepy and morbid- my late night speculation
Word Count: 311 words, 1380 characters


She shivered involuntarily as she lay there; desperately fighting against the pleasure creeping it's way through her torso. She bit down hard on her tongue, suppressing a moan that she would not give. She would not submit.

He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling it away from her neck as he kissed the soft skin there, testing how sensitive it was with his lips, nipping and teasing the flesh with his teeth. He was determined to break her.

She lay still, deathly still, refusing to give in, even as the fingertips brushed a place that made her spine twist. She tilted her head, burying her face in the bedding, refusing to look up at her captor, refused to look into the fiery eyes that she knew would take her.

He ran his hand down her thigh, noting smugly the way the hair stood on end and she cringed. She couldn't hide from him.

She tossed under the sheets, rolling onto her side, facing away from him. He felt hurt that she refused to speak, refused to open those dangerously brown eyes for him.

He opted to stand for a while, watching her as she shuddered and tried to stifle her sobs. She couldn't escape him. He once again lifted a hand to her back, tracing his fingertips lightly down her spine, pausing at the crook of her back.

She bit her tongue again, pressing it against the roof of her mouth to try and smother the bitter taste of blood. The tears pooled on her pillow, and her face lay in it, skin irritated and beginning to burn. But she didn't dare move, clinging desperately to some hope of salvation. Maybe if she lay still long enough, he'd just go away.

But even the privilege of mortality had forsaken her. For how can escape a figment of one's own imagination?