Monday, May 30, 2005

Caged - 8

The morning light had spread out over the land, giving life to everything alive and threatening destruction to the undead. Madeleine opened her eyes and reached over the sheets.

"Étienne, I can't sleep."

Her hand found only emptiness.


She sat up and looked around the dark room. A gust of cold air blew across her skin and she shivered, clutching her arms close to her body.

She glided out of bed and slipped into her favorite long white silk robe. Her bare feet were cold on the hardwood floor. Madeleine opened the bedroom door and peered down the dark hallway. She yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

Étienne is always up during the day, absorbed into his many interests, she thought. Lately he's been making trumeau mirrors, spending hours carving decorative designs on the frame and top panel.

She walked down the hallway and saw the light peeking out from under the guest bedroom. Now that's an odd place to be working. She heard strange sounds coming from behind the door. Sounds like someone was not feeling well. A flash of panic came upon her. Had Étienne hurt himself? Had the sunlight reached him?

She opened the door and hurried into the room.

Her eyes refused to register what she was seeing. Self-preservation kicking in. Shapes on the bed. Bare skin. Sweat. Panting. Two naked bodies, the man on top of the woman, her legs wrapped around his back. He was thrusting into her again and again as they moaned.

Their forms came into focus and Madeleine's stomach knotted up. Her body began to shake. She opened her mouth to say something but only a feeble wail came out.

The two figures turned their heads to look at her. Étienne's eyes were glazed over as he continued to move, his pace increasing. And the woman just smiled.


Madeleine screamed and bolted upright in bed, covered in sweat. Étienne woke up beside her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Madeleine brushed his hand away and drew her knees up to her chest, hugging them, her eyes wide with betrayal and hatred.

"It was just a nightmare," Étienne said.

Madeleine ignored him and stared off into space.

I slowly retreated from Madeleine's mind, slowly so she would have no idea I had been there, silently terminating the link between us forged by the little ones, softly pulling my subtle life-essence out of her head and back downstairs. Down back into my body, shackled to a stone slab in the dungeon cell.


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