Nick couldn't sleep that night. His thoughts were packed of visions of Mrs. Baker's dead body, carrying her to the funeral home...and of course, Angie. He had a dream last night, with that old woman in it. But also, Angie. He could talk and hear and he loved the sound of Angie's voice. Kind of like a sweet sugary sound, but not too sweet. There was a menacing tone to it, just lightly. He knew it could get worse when she felt threatened.
That's when the thoughts got worse; he felt a swelling sensation below the belt. He remembered the time they had decided to experiment sexually. He couldn't take it any longer, so he decided to take matters in his own hands, literally.
He pumped his member, his breathing getting shorter and harder, as pleasure surged through his body, as if it was all new to him. Nick wished it were Angie doing this to him, and not himself. He also wished he was thrusting into her core, and not his hand. But beggars can't be choosers.
Soon enough, he let out a satisfied sigh as his seed spilled on his hand and stomach. He suddenly felt disgusted of himself.
I can't even control myself...
He soon stripped off his shirt and lay on the cot, shirtless. His breathing got to normal and he soon found comfort and fell into a deep sleep.
"Nick!" Angie shouted, the Dark Man holding her by the waist. Nick tried to grasp onto her, but the pair of arms around her were stronger. He couldn't let him take her. Nick didn't know what he would do if he lost her. She shouted, pleaded and punched while Nick still tried, but to his avail, the Dark Man dragged his beloved away...
Nick woke up in a cold sweat. He was alone now. He had to leave and find her. There was nothing else he could do.
I shouldn't have let her go in the first place...
