In Bed With Devil "Satanae"

Be aware of the company you keep. Read closely.

The night was silently present. Black birds were harmonizing. Right then, I should have known it would be a night like no other. My gut full of guilt refrained from subsiding as I laid my heavy head down following a 2am meeting with God.

 

4am rolls around. Either my paranoia is playing tricks on me, or there is really a knock at the front door. If it is not another one of my late night hallucinations, what awaits on the other side is up to no good.

 

I could not ignore the lustful echoes in my ear that chanted, "goo…geeettt iiitt". So while on autopilot I did just that. Upon opening the door, there she stood, the Devil in the flesh. Before looking me in the eyes, she stared into my soul to see if anyone was home. I invited her back to my room and apologized for my ill preparations of my bare presentation.

 

Satanae made it clear that I would need not a suit and tie for this lecture. In the mist of lying back down, she nested herself under me. The way she rested close by told me all I needed to know. Satanae had been a victim of opening the door one late night just as I did...to never return in her normal state. 

 

This Devil was hoping to pass the sickness and pain on to me. Thinking she then would finally be free. Though I am outside of my mind at this point, I am processing this situation like a life or death diagnosis. I felt a sudden glitch in my system. I guess she had already bribed what I so rightfully owned to fall under her command.

 

Her hands and feet insisted on grapping ahold, like aged vines were her next kin. I could feel this Devils body temperature elevating with every kiss that she FedEx softly to my neck. At that very moment we shared a one thing in common. While she researched the entire surface of my body, I was sure she goes through life day-by-day feeling as if she has no body. 

 

My sympathy for her victimization dripped slowly off of my sheets. Forming a puddle on the floor. After the puddle gathered itself it made its presence known. I reached over to take a peak, and could only see myself. Telling me one thing. The victim was not she, it was I all along. If I fall for this one nightstand only hell knows what would support my landing.

 

At this point the gun of destiny was to my head. Cocked and ready to blow away what good I had within. I closed my eyes tight. It was all over. She allowed me to go free without saying a word. The Devil made her exit. 

 

Hours after she left, I still could not understand why she did not deliver the final blow. What did she or did she not see in me? I rather not know. The only question I honestly wanted the answer to was “would she return”. If not she forgot to un-tie me, and close the door to my sanity.

Reviews

[TheSweet]

This is a high quality piece of writing. The paranoia and almost insanaty shows and made me shiver a little :) I like the disturbing nature of this, that is something you don't often find in such a short story. Especially one so close to possible reality - insanity / hallucinations. Thanks for sharing :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Damn Sir E, this is really, really good.