Chapter 84

The heat builds and builds as if trying to break free from my skin.

Caius's face twisted into pleasure as Alec kept his hands running over his skin, he moved to the waits band of his pants and unbuckled them and drew them down. Caius' erection sprang free and as soon as it did Alec caught it expertly gripping it tightly in his hand. Caius moaned and closed his eyes in pleasure. I looked up at them in there moment, Alec's hand moved and moved on Caius' hard flesh practically pulling out the grunts and moans of pleasure from his stomach, his other hand was no where to be seen.

I averted my eyes unable to keep looking at them, they where a couple, they seamed to have been together for some time, the way Alec whispered softly almost lovingly into Caius' ear.

The closeness of Caius' face to my stomach startled me and it made me squeak in fright. He was bend over me with his eyes closed, and an expression of intense pleasure. Alec was entering him slowly. I was too close to all of this, it seamed they got off on having me helpless and watching.

Alec's hips where flushed to Caius he then made him stand so that in turn Caius could take me.

The heat that it seamed to be filling me, suddenly shot thought my body at the moment he entered me, his strong and fast thrust made my body arch in pain, but the second his calloused hands grasped my hips steadying my movements, my eyes open and I got the image of Caius' face turning gray in the dim light and his expression of a silent scream, his eyes bulge out as if trying to escape his face, his breathing fast as if his lunges cannot hold enough to expand, I felt his grip lessen and his body bowled over mine and I scrunch my eyes to protect them from the falling amber and ash as Alec's face comes into view when Caius' body completely disintegrates above mine, his eyes are bulging out and I got the distinct push of his own body just before he pulled back, his bare skin cinched from the amber marred where I could see, he moved back quickly, his back to the wall, he scrambled with his clothes, trying to pull his pants up and move to the other room at the same time, his bare feet slip and he falls on the smooth marble floor. His voice is low, I can hear his sobs of pain, and anger from the other room, as if muffled by fabric.

My skin burned with the thickness of the ash and I trashed and moved, and writhed on the bed, trying to free myself. It was hard for me to breathe as the thick smell of burned flesh over powers the room. I hear his frantic breathing close to me, too close.

Wasn't he afraid of what just happened?

Wasn't he curious to what causes a human man to just spontaneously combust while raping a woman?

I try to speak but still words die in my throat. I grunt and moan, trying to find a way to be free. He comes closer; his eyes are wide in terror. He doesn't dare touch me, but still his fingers reach out but hesitate in the space. Afraid that by doing so or just daring to do so he will suffer Caius' fate.

I feel the burn again; the low hum in my ears, the tingling and fluttering in the back of my eyes, my skin vibrates as if small wings are behind it. My hands tighten on the ropes that bind me and then as if by chance I feel the loosening of the ropes. My hands come out to fight against him but he moves away from me.

-"How?"- He stumbles back the tear tracks still wet against his cheeks, his face a mask of horror as if he is looking at the most frightening creature in hell. I move to untie my legs and crawl out of the bed; he crouches and cowers in the corner of the room, his hands in front as if that would save him from my wrath. He shakes and shivers as if I would hurt him. I feel the burn again and this time I see the shadow close to me. I feel the tingle right over my shoulders as if it was supporting me, guarding me, encouraging me. I lean close to the cowering form on the floor and slowly extend my hand out, the tips of my fingers barely touch his palm and at that second he whales in pain as if he'd been stabbed.

I remove my hand and he breaths and moans as if the pain had subsided. I do it again just to make sure it's not really a trick, and he screams in pain again as my fingers touch his wrist. I sneer at him, and I feel the numbness of it all. It's as if I'm in a dream and this will all be gone when I awake.

The smell of the burned skin turns my stomach and I bolt for the door but not before I watch the body turn to a pile of ash.

As I walk out of the suit, I hear footsteps behind me, there on the door is a tall figure obscuring the light from the room, in his hand is a shinny gun. I don't hear the noises but I feel the pain in my chest and stomach as he unloads it on me.

Stumbling I get into the elevator, blood is seeping from my flesh, the dinging of the elevator is the only noise keeping me awake as my body betrays me into a false state of tiredness. I sit on the floor leaning against the back wall of the elevator. It's too late for a weekday for anyone to be up. When the dinging changes alerting me of my arrival to the lobby I stand as quickly as I can and try to walk normally well as normal as someone with several gunshot wounds on there body. Lucky for me no one notices since it's practically empty.

I catch a cab and pay the man as soon as I'm outside my building, the pain is almost dizzying and I can't hold on much longer, I stumble up the stairs and with a shaky hand I unlock the door.

I'm half way inside my apartment when everything goes black.