Nightmares Of Flesh
He came for me at night, always at night, four or five times a week. My lover, my very own demon sent to torment me. His torments were always delicious though, sending me to a world of pleasure that I was sure was the very gate to hell.
He'd come to me in my rooms in my husband's manor, on the ground's of his great estate. He'd come with silent caresses in the dark, and many fevered kisses. This night when he came, he spoke not a word, not altogether unusual for him; instead he awakened me by furiously pulling at my nightgown. I could not see him for the blackness around us, but no one else would come to me in such a manner, not even my husband. The atmosphere thrilled me, the darkness, and the secrecy of it. A wicked moan rose in my throat as he entered me.
Our lovemaking was silent, the only noise being our soft moan, and the sounds of limbs entangling themselves. His thrusts were frenzied, pushing me quickly to my apex.
After our dance, he did move, instead he stayed poised above me, our perspiration the only thing separating us.
"Erik my love, I did not think you'd come tonight, you know the danger if Raoul were to find out."
I reached to affectionately stroke his deformed cheek, but before my destination is achieved, a hand cruelly strikes my face.
"How dare you, you ungrateful little bitch!" The voice that I know so well screeches at me.
A hand tangles painfully in my hair, pulling my face close to the one above me. "Raoul!" I gasp as he pulls all the harder.
"Filthy whore." Painfully he wrenches me from the bed onto the floor. He attacks me so swiftly I have no chance of defense as the heavy blows rain down on my skull. I groan, trying to roll away, but his weight holds me in place. In my pain, I call for my angel, which only enrages him further. My vision blurs as the room begins to swirl. My flimsy nightgown, the one I wore in hopes of my ghost, is ripped away, leaving me bereft of all dignity. Another blow is landed, I no longer feel it though.
"Yes, that is fitting, let them find you naked, as the Delilah you are."
The room begins to fade away, the last sight I see in this world is my husband's face, contorted with fury. Delilah he calls me, how very fitting.