Act 8: Psyche

            "Hello Psyche. I am Aschimos."

            Psyche was unsure of what to make of her new husband. The black cape he was wearing covered everything. She couldn't even see his face.

            By this time, Psyche was past being surprised any more. She had been surprised when she saw the opulence of the mansion. She had been surprised at Aschimos' invisible servants. She had been surprised at the calming music the servants played while she ate the great feast that had been prepared for her. And now she was face to cape with the creature that called himself her husband.

            Psyche was unsure of how to greet him. Hello husband? She thought. Aschimos? Monster? She just decided to curtsy and say, "Hello."

            Aschimos moved toward her and took her hand into his own covered hand and bent down a little to kiss it. She tried to catch a glimpse of his face, but the hood totally blacked out his features.

            "I'll lead you to our room," said Aschimos. He held her hand as they walked down the hall.

            Our room!? thought Psyche. That's right. I'm his wife. That means that we'll share the same bed. Will he also want to have sex with me?

            "There are some things you must know," said Aschimos. "I am only wearing this cape to meet with you in the light. After this time, I will only be with you at night, in our room."

            "Why?" asked Psyche.

            "Because it would be great disaster if you were to see my appearance. You must never shed light on my face. Please promise me this."

            "Fine. I promise not to shed light on your face."

            "In return, I promise to make you a happy woman and give you all my love. I will give you the finest things. If there's anything you long for, just let me know."

            They finally reached the doors of their bedroom. Aschimos opened one of the doors. Taking a hold of Psyche again, he led her into the room. It took a moment for Psyche's eyes to adjust to the dim room. There was a set of windows high on the wall, which allowed some of the moon's light to shine in the room. Psyche was able to make out some of the rooms furniture, including a gigantic bed that sat that sat in the corner.

            Psyche searched for her husband's figure. She could see him standing near the bed. He appeared smaller than before. He must've taken his cape off, thought Psyche.

            "Come here my love," said Aschimos. Psyche coyly obeyed.

            She now stood in front of him. She wished that the bed had been moved closer to the windows so that she could get some kind look at him.

            Psyche felt his hand on her cheek. His touch, she thought. His hand is so smooth. How can a monster have such smooth, silky hands? His hand moved from her cheek to her chin. He raised her chin up just a little. Psyche felt his lips on hers. The kiss triggered something in the back of Psyche's mind. She pulled away from Aschimos.

            "It's you," she said. "I remember! At the club, you're the one who kissed me."

Aschimos didn't answer. He pulled her close, kissing her again.

           He's a monster, she thought as Aschimos removed her clothes. But everything about him is so caring and gentle. Maybe he can make me happy after all.

Random Note: Things are starting to heat up a little. Okay, there's my other bad name pun: aschimos is Greek for ugly. Or maybe it was vile. Dammit, I forgot. ^^; Anyway, the next chapter is a LOT racier, so proceed with caution.