Oh how passionate you are . . . even though you do not remember who you were, that you have not lost that. I need to get you to unleash that completely! Dave made the choice to keep his face in the darkness, deciding it was better to explain things to her first. She asked him several more questions. She should rest . . . but, since she is so focused, maybe now is a good time to start telling her.
"You are not a prisoner here. I merely wish for you to stay here, so I can help you. In fact, I saved your life! If I untied you, you would try and run. You don't remember, but I'll help you! As for who I am? I call myself David now, but once, you knew me by my real name. I hope you will again someday." No sooner then he had tried to reassure her, than she asked about the others. He realized he should have expected her to ask about what had happened at the village, but he had secretly hoped that her old self would just return and she wouldn't care.
"I destroyed your village. I had intended on everyone in the village perishing . . . but then I saw you. I never imagined I would ever see you again, and there you were. A new, younger body, but I would recognize you in any form. So I saved you, I couldn't bear to lose you again." Lily couldn't help but notice how passionately he spoke about whomever he thought she was, his voice becoming softer. He sensed she was angry again. Why don't you understand? I saved you! I love you! Be angry with me now if you must, I know that when you remember you will relish it with me. You will probably be angry that you did not get a chance to help me destroy all of those foolish people and their holy village. Do not worry, when you remember, we will roam together and everyone will fear us! She wanted to hurt him, she even thought about killing him. As quickly as she had the thought, she questioned it. If he could just explain, so she would understand that his was her. This was his Lilith. The woman he loved, The woman he fell from grace to be with.
"That thought came from the 'real' you, the 'you' that I am sure he thought he destroyed, but I can tell it's just buried deep inside you. Lilith. That's what your name was, and once you remember, will be again. Lilith would have had no problem killing anyone who angered her. Those two people, the ones you call your 'parents' . . . are not. You have no parents. You were created . . . God deceived you! Do not mourn their deaths, any of their deaths. None of them were worthy to walk beside you, certainly not worthy enough to breathe the same air as you." She still does not believe, refuses to remember. In time, she will, she has to.
He was frustrated and now she wished to hide her body from him. He refused. It was that simple, if he allowed it, he allowed her to go back to being that false woman, Lily. Dave admired her bare skin again, released her wrists. Pausing for a moment. Then he used his hand to lightly skim her bare stomach. It pleased him when her breath hitched for a moment, and the muscles underneath the soft skin tensed. Do you remember my touch? Your reaction is the same, even though you try to hold back.
"Sleep now. I will look after you and keep you from harm while you rest. In the morning, perhaps you'll remember more of your old life." With that he removed his hand from her, although his mind screamed for him to take more of her. He returned to his spot near the window, his back to her. For endless hours she tortured him by staring into his back. He closed his eyes and willed himself to stay where he was. Finally, he listened to her soft breathing slow as she gave into sleep.