Liar

Chapter 2

It had already been a month since I moved in and I hated having sexual feelings toward my boyfriend, as normal as it should seem. I wasn't ready to lose my virginity and I was afraid of strong intimacy. There were so many things he was unaware of when it came to me, and it honestly was not his fault. Opening up even to my boyfriend was a journey of it's own. I looked away when he sometimes came out of the bathroom even partially naked. It literally made me short circuit, and he was indifferent to it.

I took small steps downstairs and made us pancakes eggs and bacon. I knew since it was 11a.m, to just take it straight to his office. He would be in a morning call with his co-workers and had a couple of other side meetings with his other company at around noon. In other words, I wouldn't be able to see or talk to him for a bit until his breaks, which made me sad, but it was better than not seeing him at all.

Thankfully or unfortunately, I had summer college. I was trying to get my undergrad as quickly as I could and that meant year round commitment. My work kind of sucked. I was a Physics major, but really had no end goal. I could go to med school if I did well enough or go for Astrophysics, which seemed a little more likely. Thank goodness I kept my books with me at home and could study along.

I carried his food up the stairs but froze. I swore there was something wrong with this house. But nothing was behind me of course. I knew I felt something. I shook it off in the end and knocked on the office door. " Come in." I set his breakfast down on the large desk and set down a cup of black tea. His stressed face broke into a gentle smile.

I came around the desk and gave him a big hug " Have a productive day, okay Tony?" His smile widened and he nodded. He pecked my lips and I pecked back sweetly. His eyes dropped to my  slightly exposed chest for a moment.  He kissed my collar and thanked me for making breakfast. I kissed him and went to sit for my live stream math.
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It was well past noon, so most of my work was done. I didn't leave any work for later, as I wanted to spend some time with Anthony. I shut down my computer and turned my phone off. He didn't know that while we were talking or just being with each other I never so much as looked at my phone. Building our relationship was the most important thing to me now.

I knocked on his office door, waiting for him to call and let me in. I heard nothing. I gently pressed my ear to the door. Nothing. I opened the door and looked on in surprise. He lie at his desk, sleeping. I tenderly moved his hair from his eyes. I patted his back gently and made him sit up. He stretched and looked at me with tired eyes. I pushed in his chair and shook his arms. He rubbed his eyes and sighed before actually looking at me.

" Hey Zoey. Are you finished for the day?" I nodded. We walked down stairs into the living room. He seemed just a little out of it. He lie down on the couch and opened his arms to me. I lie on top of his body and pulled a throw that was always on the couch over us. I effectively covered us completely. I was happy with being in his arms, but he was bone stiff under me. It didn't make me uncomfortable, but his tent was literally poking my stomach I payed it no mind and napped on his chest. Even though that was a tiny bit weird.

My eyes groggily opened. I was still on top of Anthony but... My vision kept focusing in and out and things looked funny. The cloudy sky was a very dull and sad blue. The house was darker than usual. I knew the lights were usually off as the amount of natural light was almost uncomfortable. I blinked a few times and a pair of red eyes without a body stared back at me. All I saw was pure rage. The only thing I did was blink and they were gone. Don't get me wrong, I was fucking horrified. But It was definitely confirming his house was haunted and why I've been feeling like I've been watched for the first month of my stay.

I stretched but instantly regretted it. A burning sensation made a path from my right shoulder down to the left side of my back. I held back my tears. What the hell was happening? In fact, the more I stretched, the more pains developed all over my body. I stopped, because the pains were far beyond my menstrual pains. They were like sears. Like small animal brands being dug into my skin. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. My breath was shaky as I got up and walked to the kitchen. Maybe if I put ice in my bath soon it could help- my body dropped to my knees, but it felt more like I was forced down. I stifled a scream as I was pushed farther down and my cheek was to the floor.
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I woke up in our bed. The funny part was, I didn't remember getting here. I sat up but quickly realized I was partially naked. I had my underwear and bra on, but otherwise, I was bare. I covered my body as I remembered all of the bruises. Anthony sat up from his chair and briskly walked to my side. He sat down next to me, tenderly touching my face. I moved away from him. My face stung at his touch. He refrained from touching my body all together and simply held my hand.

" What happened? I found you on the floor of the kitchen, passed out. I carried you here and noticed some bruises on your neck and face, so I checked if there were any others. There are bruises all over your body." I didn't know what to say. So I said nothing. He would think I was crazy if I told him I'd been seeing things in his house and that an invisible force was abusing me. He did tell me he wasn't religious before. The chances that he'd believe me were slim.

I stared at him blankly. " I don't know what happened. All I remember is us falling asleep on the couch." I didn't want to ruin anything we had. This was my only chance at having a normal relationship, but things I did followed me when I was dumb and young. If he didn't love me anymore, I didn't know what I'd do.

He held my hand tighter " Are you alright, Zoey?" I nodded. I clearly wasn't fine. I looked like shit and I felt like shit. It was very dark outside and the pale crescent in the sky was a blur to me. The first night after my friends and I tried casting a spell, I had my very first sleep paralysis episode. That's when the red eyes first appeared. I was 12. It seemed like a big joke to us and being kids and watching horror movies and shows made us laugh. But something attacked me. Possibly my parents. And was attacking me even more aggressively now that I lived here.

" I ran a cold bath with ice in it to soothe your bruises. Do you need help with your underwear?" I nodded. My arm was almost immobile. He slipped my bra off and moved downward. He carried me to the bath. " Are you ready? It's cold." I nodded. He placed me inside of the icy cold bath. Ice cubes remained intact and the water was a different type of cold. My bruises hurt badly in the freezing water. " Call me if you need anything." He kissed my forehead and left, closing the door. I sighed in relief. I closed my eyes and slouched in the cold water. What a day

Anthony

I walked into my office and locked the door. I closed my eyes and concentrated. All of my senses heightened. Red eyes and a naked gray dead body appeared in front of me. I looked at her and caressed her icy cheek. She looked at me lustfully, like many of the demons that came by my home. Her voice sounded sweet like honey, but a demon as strong as her was capable of lethal things.

In fact, her case was complicated. She was a merged demon, demons who merged with human souls. If you call 1, you've called both. Her light and breathy voice sounded far away
" She called me. She woke me up and will pay the price for it. But this isn't about that. How may I be of service to you?" She whispered, bowing to me. I looked into her eyes, my pure intent clear. If you were secretive with a demon, they were secretive with you.

" What can I exchange with you for you to leave her alone?" She bit her lip, thinking. Her opaque film eyes were only on my body. " It's been a long time since I felt the touch of a man... Especially as respectful and powerful as you... I promise to play fair." My cheeks burned.  I could hear Zoey's struggle to breathe stop. The demon released her from the icy water and she was no longer drowning. I agreed and closed my eyes.
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Wow, the story took a crazy spin! What guesses do you have for Anthony? How did he do literally any of the things that he was able to just do? Don't forget to vote, comment and share!