Free Girl Possessed (Book 1 of The Girl Trilogy) by Reussie Miliardario Page A

in my mind the exact calendar
dates. Although I existed in a sea of feverous hallucinations,
counting gave me an inkling of sanity, grounding me in some sort of
logical reality. But, the daily monotony and pain became
stifling.
    September
4 th . The
music surrounded me like a sensual whirlpool beckoning me to its
center, drawing me down. In the height of my fever, I found myself
calling out to Shaul, “Save me, Shaul. Save me.” I cried and
laughed like a girl possessed. And then I continued, “Pull me out
of this hell of vile thoughts. My Shaul, my eternal love.” I went
on and on like this for days, scratching at the wall.
    September
11 th . I
tossed and turned upon the blanket on the cold, hard floor,
bruising my burning body. “Oh, lake, oh, lake—I would enter thee,
but woe am I, a girl possessed.” My body shivered with desire. A
cockroach ran up my leg.
    September
16 th .
“Save me Shaul. Take me down into the waters. Swim with me, a girl
possessed.” I stared up at the skylight and moaned in despair. The
clouds floated over the sun. Rain poured forth, pattering against
the glass oh, so way up high. If only I could fly away. “I hate
you, Jezebel.”
    But, then, on September
18 th ,
after a long terrifying night of desirous nightmares, I awoke
feeling markedly different. My infection had cleared in my sleep
and I was healed.
    The music in my mind sounded like
heavenly angels. I got up off of the stone floor, ran the water in
the bathtub, stripped out of my cell robe and climbed
in.
    The bath was splendorous and icy cold.
I didn’t mind that there was no heat. Oddly, I had always been
immune to harsh water temperatures. I had no explanation for it,
but I had forever been that way.
    I slid under the surface, my long
black hair spreading out like wings, and I held my breath for a
very long time. My mind danced in the rhythm of the slight waves I
made with my arms. The symphony in my mind was even clearer beneath
the surface. It was a delightful pleasure unbounded.
    After my long bath, I brushed my hair,
unwinding the tangles of neglect accrued during my illness, and
wrapped the long strands over and around my skinny boyish
body.
    I washed my robe and the grey towel I
had used as a blanket during my fever in the tub and then laid them
over the side to dry. I drained the basin and then refilled it
because I liked having a sea of water, as small as it was, in my
room. I brushed my teeth carefully, one at a time. And then, with
nothing to do, I spent the rest of the morning brushing and styling
my long dark locks into many little braids and twisted
curls.
    Eventually, I grew bored with my hair,
so I began to sing incorporating the symphony in my mind with the
mixed trills, squeals, and rapid clicks of my voice. I created
alluring songs of adventure and trickery. It was fun and
entertaining.
    Then, to my amazement, another voice
entered my mind joining in the song. It was a soft and velvety
voice with low guttural groans that were sensual to the ears. It
was an enchanting surprise that caressed my thoughts in the most
unexpected, delightful way.
    We sang mythological charms of
creatures of water, air, fire, and earth. On the low notes, we dove
deep into the depths of the lake and into the soul of the earth. On
the high notes, we soared up into heavenly spheres and straight
into the blue casts of fire.
    In our ditties, we led each other into
submerged worlds, through paradises of unfathomable realms, into
the purification of hot repentance, and beyond the depths of
renewal and change. Our songs created blissful unity and though we
were locked in body, we were free in mind.
    I found myself dancing around the room
and tapping little renditions on the walls with the end of my brush
as we sang. After a bit, I began to notice the vibrations coming
back to me in sound waves like physical pulses in the
air.
    Then I realized the voice joining in
our song was the body on the other side of the wall. My dungeon
mate was also