Eternity of Horror

16. Lilith

Chapter 16

Lilith

I t's been a few days since... that night. Osiris and I have texted, but I haven't seen him since, and I'm really starting to get anxious. There's a part of me that is in pure panic mode, terrified that he is just going to pack up and move away. My chest aches at the thought of losing him, of losing us. How can I feel this strongly for a man I hardly know, and what I do know should send me screaming for the police? Maybe it's because we are more alike than I used to think. I know what I do alone in my prep room isn't acceptable by society, but he accepts me. The thought of another human even knowing the true me, let alone accepting it, nevermind being turned on by the same things, has never crossed my mind. Not until Osiris came into my life. I’m glad it was my friends that I got off to while watching them die. It was a fantasy made real. Now it’s just one of a thousand new happy memories between Osiris and I.

Lying in bed, I clutch my phone in my hands like it’s one of his and hold it to my chest. I close my eyes and imagine the warmth from the battery pressed against my skin is his body heat. I let out a longing sigh... I love him.

As if he knew I was thinking about him, my phone starts blaring his personalized ringtone. The sudden break of silence makes me jump, and I giggle at the irony. That scared me, but the haunted house where so many people died right before my eyes didn’t. I giddily kick my feet as I swipe to answer. Keep it together, Lilith.

"Hey, babe. I was wondering when you were going to call me," I flirt as soon as I answer.

"Hey, princess. You busy today?" he replies with a serious tone. Oh god...what if this is it? What if this is where he tells me goodbye? I immediately get a lump in my throat, and my stomach twists in a hundred knots.

"Ah, no, not at all. Why... what's up?" I drop the playful nature my voice had. Please don't be what I think it is.

"I'm in the middle of tear down and I.... well, there's something I need to ask you." His tone is still serious, but it feels like maybe this isn't the call I was dreading after all.

"Um...sure, O, you can ask me anyth-" he interrupts me.

"Not over the phone. What I need to say... what I need to ask... It's just very, very important to me, and I need to do it here, in the place that's also very important to me. The haunt means everything to you and I..." He cuts himself off, pausing for a brief moment. I let him gather his thoughts and don't interrupt. "Can you come down here? I need you."

My heart is pounding out of my chest. I can feel my hand shaking as I answer, "Yes... Yeah, of course. I'll leave right now," I say with a smile.

"Thank you. See you soon, princess."

The line disconnects and I just lay there, frozen, staring at the ceiling. This wasn't at all the call I was expecting, but... it very well could be the one I was hoping for. Oh my god. He's going to tell me he loves me. I mean what else could it be? He said he needs me, which oh my god I want to throw up that makes me so happy. But...he has to ask me something and it has to be at his haunt? I know that place is his whole world. His life's work. His purpose. And he's having me go there to ask me a big question? Oh... my god what if he asks me to leave with him?

I roll side to side on my bed making a squeaking sound I don't think has ever come out of my mouth. Yes, Osiris. Whatever it is, the answer is yes. As long as I am with you, my answer will always and forever be yes. I kiss my phone and jump out of bed. I swear I could probably float there faster than driving with how happy I am right now.

I pull up to the path in the woods with the faded red X on it and turn the car off. I let myself be that silly girl who just blasted a playlist full of lovey-dovey songs the whole way here. As I get out of the car I fix my shirt, run my fingers through my hair, and try my hardest to wipe the smile off my face. Please, girl, he hasn't asked you yet so just breathe. I play tug of war with the corners of my mouth, fighting against my cheeks that are trying to pull them back up into a smile. Now, I just look crazy. I giggle at my reflection in the glass of the driver's side window and start walking down the path.

As I get to the entrance of the haunt, I see the progress he's made tearing it down. Some walls are still up but a lot of the panels are stacked in neat piles next to where the front door used to be. I hear the power drill he's using to unscrew the walls, and I follow the sound.

Walking through, I pass various steel barrels that I don't remember seeing before. The smell wafting through the air is definitely death, but a new kind that I'm not as familiar with. I peek inside and see bodies dissolving in some kind of liquid. Human bones and a skull are partially submerged in a sizzling pool of melted-down flesh and entrails. Smart man, dissolving the bodies so there won't be anything for someone to stumble upon. I wonder why he didn't just ask me to bring them to the crematory. I smile again, thinking to myself that's because ‘he’s going to ask you to go with him, silly’. There wouldn't be enough time to cut them up and sneak them in little by little. There are a lot of bodies that need to disappear quickly. My man is so smart.

He sees me coming and puts the drill down, walking toward me with a smile on his face. Fuck, he's so goddam handsome. I smile back and try to walk quicker without it looking like I'm full-on running to him.

"Hey! Fuck, it's so good to see you, my Little Corpse Queen," he says as he takes me into his arms. His muscles flex against my body as he pulls me tight against his chest, leaning down and devouring my mouth with his. It's the kind of kiss that can only confirm what I've been daydreaming about all afternoon.

"Hello to you too, Daddy." I smirk as I lick his saliva off my lips and swallow it. I refuse to waste a single drop of anything this man gives me.

He smirks and takes my hand. "Come on, let's talk over here." If this were a cartoon, my eyes would be the shape of giant pink hearts.

He walks me over to where he has gathered a lot of the miscellaneous props and stuff that he filled each room with. Tables, chairs, the couch that dead guy was on, all together in one location. I notice on the table next to the couch is that box. The one I touched in his basement that made him absolutely freak out. I am dying to know what's in it. What if.... no. No, Lilith, that's crazy. There's no way there's a ring in that box. Ok, stop thinking and staring off into fantasy land before he thinks you're having a stroke.

"Lilith," he starts, taking my hands in his. I wonder if he can feel how hard my body is shaking with anticipation. I smile up at him and nod. "I have been trying to figure out the right way to say what I need to say and ask.." He swallows and takes a breath. "I have never felt this way about someone before. I can't remember the last time I have cared about anyone or anything other than the haunt. I’m a rotten, fucked up, broken individual who doesn’t deserve a second of your time because... You... you are just so absolutely amazing."

"I think you're amazing too, O. Please, don't say those things about yourself, they just aren't..." He puts his finger over my lips, stopping me from continuing.

"Shh, baby, please. Let me spit this out before I lose my nerve." I gulp and nod, giving his finger a kiss. "Ok... ok, so..." he mumbles. "So... ok... fuck. I love you, Lilith. I love you so much and I just... I've never loved someone before. But I know that's what this is. I’m almost done with teardown and when I'm done I move on to the next place to start all over again. But... Lilith. I can't go without you. I need you with me, by my side while I continue my work. I need to keep you close... forever. Lilith... please.... Can I keep you forever?" His words are a warm blanket around my heart and every single worry I have ever had has simply just been blown away like the seeds of a dandelion. I try to find my voice as tears from both eyes race to the bottom of my chin.

"I... I... I..." He raises a hand and cups my face. His touch immediately cures my stutter. "I love you too, Osiris. I can't explain it but, I think I've loved you from that first night I saw you watching me in the dark. I somehow knew we were two lost, tormented souls destined to be one." His thumb gently caresses my cheek as I continue. "My whole life.." I have to choke back that shaky voice you get when you're about to cry. "My whole life I have accepted the fact that I will always be alone. I know I'm not normal. I have always been self-aware. I've always known... no, thought that I was never going to be good enough for anyone. My insecurities are like rabid dogs, chained up in my brain just waiting for a single link to break so they can rip everything to shreds. But you.... You've put those dogs to sleep and I... Jesus. Yes. Yes, Osiris, I want to be with you forever!" I squeak out after realizing that I am just rambling like a crazy person.

Without warning, his lips are back on mine. This kiss was different than the last. This one feels aggressive like he is claiming what belongs to him. And I do, down to my core, I do belong to him. His hands hunt for the front of my jeans and pull hard, popping the button right off and forcing the zipper down in one motion. My pussy is an ocean of arousal just waiting for him to claim that too.

I take over the removal of my pants as he fights with his own, getting them down in record time. I manage to get one leg out of my jeans before he falls back onto the couch and pulls me with him. My legs fall open and pin his hard cock between us. His eyes pierce mine as he grabs my hips and makes me grind back and forth along his length, coating it in everything that didn't get soaked up by my panties.

"Put me inside you," he demands. His voice is ragged and filled with need. I reach between us and lift myself up as I pull his cock toward me, my clit riding up his length to the top like an elevator, then slamming myself down his length like someone cut the cables. Everything just feels different now that we've said the word. Not just different, but better.

"I've never loved anyone either. But…" I stop to moan at how full my pussy feels "Fuck. I love you so much." He grabs the back of my head and pulls me in to kiss him again. That feral, consuming, unforgiving kiss to display, yet again, who I belong to.

His hands take my hips and pull me up, then slam me down. Showing me how he wants to be fucked right now, and I am more than happy to give this man everything. I put my hands on his shoulders and hold on as I continue to rise and fall on his length, showing him how good I can follow directions. He lets go with both hands and I feel his left snake up my back and into my hair.

"You're mine? Forever? You promise?" he growls through his moans as my pussy attacks his cock.

"Forever, baby." I pant as I feel my orgasm starting to build. "Now, take what's yours! Make me cum and take what belongs to you!" I moan louder as our bodies collide.

His hand in my hair grips tighter and pulls, forcing my head back. The pressure on my scalp hurts so good that it almost feels like he's pulling the orgasm right out of me. My eyes slam shut as my body starts trembling. I scream as I continue to slam myself down on his dick as hard as I can. "Fuck. Osiris, please. Don't stop. Fuck I'm going to c..." The word is muted, stopping dead in the middle of my throat. "C... c..."

The grip on my hair withdraws, and my eyes open as I tilt my head back down at O. His face is stoic, void of emotion, a polar opposite of the one just moments ago. My hand lifts up to my throat to investigate why I can't produce any more sound.

His eyes never leave me.

My fingers are wet with a substance I can't decipher yet as I glide them across my neck. The pad of my middle finger slips between my flesh, but I... I don't understand. I push my finger in a little deeper and feel the inner wiring of my throat.

His eyes never leave me.

The liquid is warm. It's rushing down my hand, and as I see it spilling onto his face underneath me, my brain registers what it is. But, this doesn't make any sense. Why am I bleeding? Air is now hard to come by as I tilt my head and see a knife clenched in Osiris's hand. I look back at his face.

His eyes never leave me.

The realization of what just happened settles. I can barely see him through my tears. The pain of having my throat slit pales in comparison to the mutilation of my heart. My eyelids begin to shut as I feel his thrusts become ragged. He's finishing. I rest my head on his chest. I was so happy once. So fucking happy.

I knew I didn't deserve it.

Together forever, he said.