Free Victoria's Demon Lover by Alia Bess

you,” her demon
answered tonelessly.
         “No he didn’t!”  Victoria
gasped.  “He was masturbating!”  She pointed at the bloody Roman, “And I only sucked the big German!  Besides, you brought me here.  I thought you wanted me
to do that!”  Her eyes were wild.  This didn’t feel like a sex game anymore.
         “He raped you,” her demon
insisted.  “In the bathhouse.”  The demon’s eyes were glowing now.  “I couldn’t
stop him then, Maggs.”  He looked at her and his voice broke.  “Because I was
in chains.”
     

Chapter Seven
     
         Victoria sat up.  She was in
her bed upstairs in the lake house.  Morning sun came through her opened shades
and flooded the room with a cheerful golden light that did not cheer her in the
least.
         She put a hand to her throat.  I might have dreamed that whole thing .  She looked down at herself.  She
was wearing her flowered nightgown, the one with the ribbons that looked like
rosebuds.  She could not remember putting this one on.
         She frowned and got up. 
Downstairs the coffee tasted flat and the chirping birds annoyed her.  She
closed the kitchen blinds against the glorious spring day outside.
         She sat on her hard kitchen
chair and slurped her bad coffee.  She could have dreamed the whole thing . 
Maybe.  Yes.   That was it.
         She relaxed and took another
drag on the coffee.  It started to taste a little better.  She smiled and set
the mug down so she could reach for the blinds.  The little birds outside the
window reminded her with their tiny peeps that she needed to fill the feeder
again.  The golden sunlight shot a beam to her kitchen table.  She smiled.  It
is going to be a nice day , she told herself.  She heard a soft
metallic clink and looked down at her coffee mug.
         A beautiful beaded collar in
lapis and silver and coral lay in the center of the table.  The sunlight made
the shining silver sparkle, and the rich blues and reds of the beads glowed
their rich colors.  She narrowed her eyes.  She was not afraid to touch it.
         She took another sip of coffee
and stared at it.  She looked around the kitchen, expecting the demon to appear
next.  She wondered if he drank coffee and glanced at the steaming pot on the
counter to make sure there was enough for two.
         Nothing else appeared.  No one
else either. The next sip of coffee was stone cold.  She looked at the kitchen
clock over the sink.  An hour had passed.  She blinked.  The collar necklace
was still there.  I’m not afraid.   She touched it.  It was cool and
smooth.  She lifted it and looked at it carefully.  It looked brand-new, but
there were tool marks on the silver beads and on the clasp.  A modern piece
would have no marks and a cheap one would have visible seams on the metal.  She
let the beads slide over her fingers.  Each bead had been hand carved. Each was
unique.  Modern beads were turned by machines.  She set it down again.  Even if
it were not centuries old, its beauty and quality would make it worth
thousands.
         Victoria finished her cold
coffee and set the cup down with a firm thud.  This was the collar she wore last
night at the orgy.  She looked down at the rosebuds on her nightgown. 
Explanations would have to come later.  She took a deep breath and got up to
rinse her cup.  He may show up any minute.
         But he did not.  Days went
by.  Her nights were normal nights.  The sun went down.  It grew dark and the
stars came out.  She waited sometimes until after midnight but he did not
appear.  She tried going to bed early, as the sunset glowed orange on her
walls.  Still, he did not appear.  In any form.  She started to miss him.
         She filled the bird feeder and
sat outside in her lawn chair.  Her sister was moving in next weekend.  She had
a few days left of peace and quiet.  A few days to decide if she were crazy or
not.