Freezing Fire

Jay woke up with a nagging, banging feeling in his head but when he looks at his surroundings it was a black shade of nothingness. He tries squinting his eyes to adjust in the darkness of the room, but he could see nothing but the pitch black that room he was into, has to offer. He tries to reach for his throbbing head but he failed, instead he felt a piercing cold metal against his wrist as he moved. He tried to move again but it bare of no consequence. He just then realized that he wasn't actually lying in his bed, he was chained in a wall. He could feel his feet as he tried moving it, but to no avail his efforts were fruitless as he felt the cold biting metal in his ankle pinning him on the wall. He felt the coldness of the room as he gets more aware of his surroundings, but though there was a chilling breeze inside, he felt his sweat slowly trickled from his temple down to his jaw line, and alas as it accumulated enough, drop on his shoulder as it continuously travels down his chest teasing every muscle in there but it does not stop there, it vigorously makes it way down to his body making him painfully aware of his nakedness in the unknown place that he was taken into.

The memory of last night came rushing into him. Mary! As if on cue lights flooded in the room. At first he thought that it was the light that had almost blind him, but as he gets' used to his surroundings and saw nothing but a white wall in front of him he knew that it was the culprit of his momentary blindness. Just as he was getting used to his surroundings a small silhouette appeared in his peripheral vision, and to his astonishment what he saw does not surprised him at all. It was Mary! She was looking at him as she gets near him. She was walking towards him with that foolish smile plastered on her face. And no he was wrong she wasn't walking, she was stalking him like a carnivorous hyena who was getting ready to pounce on its prey.

He watched her as her signature smile faded slowly from her face slowly changing her expression, to him it felt like her mask was just unveiling. To him, he was seeing a deep sculpted eyes glowing with malicious intent promising not a dose of relief but of death and pain. To him he was seeing a vile creature that hold not an ounce of humanity. To him this was the real Mary. To him she was more than a monster or a low class demon nor a spawn of Satan. To him she was Satan herself. Promising an endless suffering of pain, a black hole he dared not look but accidentally entered.

He felt the cold metal against his skin as she glides the curving knife like a whispering butterfly on his face. This does not frighten him at all, but he was shaking. He was more afraid of the one wielding the knife. He followed her every movements and watched her expression as she makes way to his throat.

"Why did I ever trust you?" His voice to his surprised were hoarse and though holds a venom in his tone he knew it wasn't enough to set her back.

Controlling her laughter, he could hear the rumble in her throat. "You never did, my little Jaybird." She retorted as she regarded every flash of emotions from him.

He tried not to show anything under her close scrutiny but the jerking of the corner of his mouth betrayed him as he felt the cold steel embedding its blade under his ear. He could feel the warmness' of his own blood as it trickled down to his neck all the way to its base and unlike his sweat a moment ago, this drop of blood took its time gliding down his skin, teasing and lingering at every pores.

He felt himself shivering as a cold fingertip reach out to him and swipe off the red liquid from his body, and he could not put the exact word to his emotion as she brings her fingertip to her mouth and salaciously spread his blood in her lips. He felt a goose bump raising his nape as she evilly smiles towards him.

And in a flash he felt the stinging pain in his cheek and tasted the metallic liquid in his mouth. She had slap him hard. Hard enough for his mouth bleed. "That's for not remembering me, my little bird." She viciously said.

As if the sensation in his mouth was not enough, he felt a cold palm in his chest as she leans closer towards him. Tip toeing and reaching up to him. He felt a sickly feeling as her tongue trace the end of his jaw, slowly creeping towards his ears, gnawing at every nerves and muscles in there. Tasting and testing he felt himself revolt as she unceremoniously bites down on his wounds she just made a moment ago. He groans as the pain permitted and travel towards every fiber of his being. And it a beat of a second she releases his wound but not removing herself from him. Just like a mother feline caring for her cub she licks the now offended tissue, but it was now more of a sloppy job as she did so.

"Look at me." He heard her said as a piercing tone enter his senses.

Too repulse with the sensation she made him feel his body convulsed and bolted up, knowing too well that he was tied to the wall, he waited for the restraining pain on his wrist and ankles but to his surprised the next thing he knew is that he was sitting and sweating profusely on his bed. He could feel the soft sheet under his touch, his cat sleeping peacefully beside him and his dog looking directly at him, questioning: 'What might be wrong?'

He washes his hand over his face just to make sure that he was really awake. He was about to stand and went to the bathroom to take a shower when he notices the new item in his night table. It was a picture frame with a post-it-note that is attach to it. In it was: 'Watch out for the hunter my little jaybird.'

He hastily rips it off the frame and bringing forth with him as he went outside and dial for his partners' number. He couldn't be wrong this was her telling them that the killer was on the move.

***

I can't help but looks at him, he is a gorgeous state of art. He's so perfect and he shines whenever the light strike towards him. I can't help but imagine myself gliding my hands on him. I can feel the softness of his skin. The hard muscles inside. The blood boiling in his veins. I want him. I want him so much I couldn't wait anymore. I want him so bad, I could kill him this instant. Then he looks at my way. Smile. That's what had decided his future with me. He wants me too. He wants me to take him as I have dreamt of taking him, and who am I to refused him?

"Good morning Carlos!" I can hear the thrill in my voice. The anticipation!

"Good morning Ms. G." I can detect the sadness in his voice, that sadness that was only cause by his father. Who else in the world the best way to bully their spawn?

"I heard about it." He stops in front of me, he gave me a bitter smile. He really loved that damn dog. I should give him his dog's eye, as a gift. He was being a good boy to me.

"Yeah" He sighed, looking as dejected as ever. "I've got to go Ms. G." He said indicating the direction of his room.

"Sure, I'll just be here whenever you need me." I said meaning more than what I can convey.

"Thanks, Ms. G" He acknowledge by nodding his head and leave for his room. I watched as his retreating silhouette disappears.

"Nice ass."

A not unfamiliar voice resounded at my back. I felt myself stiffen at the mere thought of her presence lingering around me. I could almost feel the urge to reach out to her throat and choke her. She knows how much I abhor having anyone stand at my back, let alone her of all people. Most of all she wasn't supposed to have an eye on anything that was mine. In fact, she wasn't supposed to look at any of my belongings. I turn around and look at her. She was looking at me with that smile plaster in her face. That smile I so wanted to rub off of her face, and I could even bet my life that anyone hated that face of hers.

"Good morning doc." She greeted with the same tone of her mockery. I hate her. I hate her the most. One of this days I swear; I'm going to rip up her mouth out of her face.

"NO!" She exclaimed as she covers her mouth with both her hands. "You are so not going to do that." I heard her say between muffled sounds of her giggles.

She's doing it again. She's reading my mind.

"I'm not." She protested, pouting at my direction.

I lean towards her. She was cool as always unlike me. She was always the one who could make the cool stature. "I'm going to kill you. I promise." I whispered in her ears.

But instead of her feeling threatened it was me who felt the shiver run down my spine when she gently put her hands on my arms, it was a gentle touch but it felt like a knife that was designed to specially kills me, slicing through every tissue of my body. "Don't say promises you can't deliver."

And before I could even move she was walking away from me. Then as she was about to turn she stop and look at me sideways, with the sheepish smile back on her face. She might not know this but that face of hers scares me more than her cold glare. With a cold glare at least I know what to expect. But with that sheepish smile on her face, I could never fathom the deep dark thoughts that kept swirling around her blood that keeps her solely alive. "I've got the game going. You should come and play along, señora."