Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 20

Elise

I woke up confused of where I was but also extremely refreshed and relaxed, something I hadn’t felt in weeks.

Looking next to me on the bed, I found it empty. Where is Lauren? Did she have work to do? I was sad at the thought, I really liked waking up in Lauren’s warmth, even if I had a nightmare.

I find it funny how things have changed from the beginning, when I was set on killing the woman, to now where I can’t help but frown if she’s not near me.

Cold air hits the naked skin, that the towel wrapped around my body isn’t covering. Stretching my body out, I hold my towel closer to me as I walk out of Lauren’s room to find her.

My first guess was her office, which seemed to be an accurate assumption as I saw her body stretched on and fast asleep on the couch occupied in the corner.

It seems strange and wrong not to have woken up to her next to me, since that’s been the routine for a very long time even with the severe lack of sleep.

I approach her softly, not wanting to wake her up but just to be close to her. Sitting on the edge of the couch, with her body lying next to me, I lower myself to or down with her, facing her stone still, emotionless, but beautiful face.

The cold still nips at the bare skin of my body, but I don’t mind, because Lauren’s natural heat radiates onto me from how close we are.

I was beginning to feel the pull of fatigue when the angel in front of me slowly hugged me to her and spoke to me, keeping her eyes closed.

“I was eighteen when my step mother cursed me, before that though, I had a lover named Maria.” Her voice was soft, and her face remained emotionless as her arms tightened around me. “She was my first love, we hadn’t expected to fall but after growing up with each other, our feelings just seemed to emerge.

“We were still young, she had just celebrated her seventeenth and despite what society had against homosexuals at the time, we pursued each other with such passion and love.”

A small smile formed on Lauren’s lips, showing the first emotion I have seen from her since I walked into the room. This Maria must have really meant the world to her, to be able to speak this fondly about her.

“When I woke up, the sun was nearly fully set.” Her voice broke a little, but aside from that she stayed monotone and still. “I had blood all over my hands and what was left of Maria was nearly unrecognisable.”

I felt my heart hurt for her. She didn’t just lose her family, but the love of her life as well. Not to mention she has to carry the guilt of being the reason for her death. How long has she been hiding this for?

Her eyes finally open, allowing me to see those black circles shine with guilt and a liquid overcoating.

“I’ve buried the longing to be touched a very long time ago, because of the fear that I would wake up covered in blood rather than love and satisfaction. As much as I hate to reject you, I will continue to do so if you challenge this. I don’t want to lose you Elise, because I lose my control.”

I could see the sincerity in her eyes and as much as I want to argue, I heard her warning and could only hope that things eventually change.

I bury my face into her chest and pull her tighter to me. As much as this story was told to protect me from her and not be hurt, it still seemed to fill me with both hope and disappointment.