When I awoke I was half asleep and half awake. I felt so woozy I didn't even notice the pain. I knew I was hallucinating when I saw Gian standing above me stoking my cheek. I could even feel his warm hands. I didn't care if it was a dream.
"Perhaps I'm in heaven," I thought to myself. No, I was still on the stairway. I had truly gone insane.
"Gian, my dear Gian," I cooed softly running his hand down my cheek to allow him to feel my tears.
"It's ok. I'm here now," he said calming me. He crossed his legs, placed my head in his lap, and began stroking my hair. His voice was deeper then usual.
"Never leave me again," I begged him while straining to sit up. I pulled his lips onto mine and moved mine up and down upon his. I could feel his lips and taste his breath! I desperately laid on the ground and allowed him to move above me. I nearly gasped in shock as he slid his cool tongue in my mouth. He had never done something so profane to me before. I tried to softly nudge him off me to tell him I wasn't comfortable.
"Be gentle with me," I urged him. He didn't move. He seized my wrists and grasped them tightly.
"Please let me go," I begged him. New tears streamed down my face. He ignored me and continued his harsh movements. I no longer returned his kisses. I began to whimper and cry out. He ran his tongue down the right side of my face.
"Please Gian let me go, your hurting me!" I cried.
"Christine," he murmured. With that my eyes truly opened.