Chapter 13 Marie
It’s dark when I wake, because duh, it’s always dark.
I’m unaware of whether hours or days have passed inside this cave.
In fact, I have no idea how long it’s been since I was back in my shitty apartment, in the human realm.
Perhaps that’s why I’ve found myself so tightly entangled with my monster captor—both figuratively and literally.
It feels like a lifetime together, but could also only be a few days.
Scully spoons me, his arms wrapped around my middle, pulling me close.
I almost snuggle into him, just like I’ve done the last two times after opening my eyes, but it always ends the same way—riding him and falling back into a deep slumber.
I blame the highs and lows of my captivity and journey over the last few days.
In reality, the world-shattering orgasms causing me to scream, cry, and convulse with pleasure are probably the sole reason for my exhaustion.
I wiggle out from under the muscles and fur, not rising to my feet once I’m free.
I watch him for a moment, sleeping peacefully.
I try to remember what he looked like when I hated him, but the monster curled up next to me is nothing like the beast that stole me from my room.
Sure, he looks the same. He was always handsome in a terrifying type of way—his muscular form, his piercing eyes, his strong jaw, even the horns did it for me.
He’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, but there’s always been an attractiveness to him.
Now, staring down at him, he’s completely devastating.
Maybe it’s my brain playing tricks on me, viewing him with a filter since he’s rearranged my organs and the shattered pieces of my soul, but whatever the reason may be, I can’t deny the intense arousal that washes over me whenever I look at him.
I pull my knees up to my chest, taking the silent moment to gather my thoughts.
He lied to me. It wasn’t the worst thing he’s done in my captivity, and yet it holds a great implication for my future.
I’ve found myself falling off a never-ending cliff—my heart making room for him on the way down.
Trauma bonding is real, and I welcomed the Stockholm syndrome theory with open arms when it felt like I had no other choice but to make the best of my shitty situation.
The truth makes everything different now.
I don’t have to stay here. Yesterday (or whenever it was), I told him that I wanted to be with him in the light.
He made me promise that if it weren’t what we wished for, I’d consider going home.
I’m doing that now. Of course, it’s hard to do when the hope of a glittery city beyond the gloom still exists in my mind, but I try to visualize the very possible reality that it’s just a different form of nightmares, maybe one Scully can’t come along to.
Would I have him return me home? The idea no longer appeals to me as it did a few days ago.
I shake my head, carefully standing up and walking toward a small passageway at the back of the cave.
Scully doesn’t want me to venture outside on my own, and I don’t blame him.
Luckily, there’s a small corridor in the back where I can relieve myself in privacy.
I take care of my business, my mind whirling with movies and books I scoffed at throughout my lifetime.
I used to hate when the main character would give up her entire life to shack up with some dude she just met.
It seemed so unrealistic to me, especially as someone who knows just how deceiving people can be behind a pretty facade.
Now that I’m in my own dark fantasy, the appeal to stay overwhelms my reason, urging me to leave everything behind to be with someone who brings me happiness.
Scully never gave me anything but the harsh reality of himself.
I’ve seen him at his worst, and sure, it terrified me, but I’m a sick fuck.
I like to be scared. It’s not only that.
He’s given me pleasure without the fear—something previously foreign to me.
Perhaps I just want to be wanted and safe for the first time in my life, and Scully offers that in his own strange way, but it wasn’t like my life was anything to brag about back home.
Sure, I’d felt like I was finally on the brink of leaving my shitty situation and on the pathway to success, but it would have been a challenging climb—one I’d have to do completely by myself for who knows how long.
As I walk back to my sleeping monster, I understand that I could be rationalizing my current feelings because I desperately need a break from the chaos of my real life.
This shit could seriously suck in a few weeks once I’m rested and bored, and my only companion in the whole realm is an unpredictable monster.
But I guess there’s no need to make up my mind now.
We’ll just have to see what happens when we reach the light tomorrow.
I sit back on the floor, and once I do, Scully’s piercing eyes flutter open. He groans and reaches for me. “I missed you.”
“I just went pee.”
“Too long.”
I heed his tugging and roll back into his arms. He sniffs my head as I melt into his warm chest. “Would you rather have me pee right here?” I ask through a smile.
“Yes.”
“Ew!” I push him back, but he cages me in.
His chest rumbles with a laugh. “I love everything about you.”
My heart hammers. His words are too close to something I don’t want to dive into, but I carry on with our banter anyway. “Please don’t have a urination kink. I’d think that would ruin everything.”
“What is kink?”
“It’s like enjoying something out of the norm.”
He shrugs, closing his eyes and revealing his fangs with a smile. “If it has to do with you, I enjoy it. I have a Marie kink.”
I shake my head against him, glad he can’t see my beet-red cheeks.
My stomach rumbles, and Scully pulls back, his eyes searching me as if I just coughed up blood. “My Marie. You’re hungry.”
I try to remember the last time I ate. Scully got me some fruit just after we arrived.
It could have been that I was getting used to their flavor, or that I’d been so properly fucked that even my taste buds were delirious, but the fruit didn’t taste as bad as it did last time I ate it.
Perhaps it was the fact that we were getting closer to the light—a place where life could be enjoyed—but I try to hold back my ambitious hopefulness.
“I guess I could use something to eat,” I say, noticing that my throat is parched as well.
My mouth doesn’t salivate at the anticipation of the monster coconuts on my tongue, but I can’t deny that they seem to be a great form of sustenance.
Earth coconuts wouldn’t give a human enough calories to last a whole day on their own without making a person feel lethargic and weak.
Despite an overall soreness—primarily due to monster dick—I feel pretty good.
I’m thankful for the fruit, but I still hope it’s not the only thing I have to eat for the rest of my life.
Scully sits up. “I’ll go find you something and be right back.”
The loss of his heat pains me. I want to pull him back and cuddle up again, but he’s right. I can’t become so obsessed that I starve. “Okay, but don’t be long.”
He cups my chin, staring deep into my eyes. “I’ll return as fast as I can, and after you eat and drink, I’ll fill you with my cock so your screams can strengthen me even more and carry us onward.”
I roll my eyes, even as my body flushes from his words. “Okay, whatever.”
A part of me doesn’t want him to gain more strength and carry me to the light faster. If we prolong the inevitable, we can pretend we’ll have a happily ever after—one that isn’t guaranteed right now.
He charges toward the cave's exit, ducking as he gets closer. After we arrived, we pulled stones in front of the opening, muffling our noises and keeping us safe. I don’t doubt that Scully can take whatever beast tried to attack us, but I felt better that we had a barrier that would give us a head start if someone entered when we were a little preoccupied, which we were… a lot.
He gives me one last longing look before shoving the large rocks to the side and ducking through the opening, stepping outside.
I sigh, missing him already. It’s ridiculous, but the truth.
Just before I get comfortable on the floor and rest until he comes back, something heavy whacks against the ground outside, and Scully roars.
“Scully?” I cry out, but he doesn’t respond; instead, he continues to cry out.
My instincts take over, and I rush out of the cave and into the clearing. Scully swings before me, covered in a web netting and hanging from a tree. “Go back inside!” he roars, but it’s too late. Something shoots and lands around my ankles, knocking me off my feet and into a dizzying darkness.