His Dreams of Fulfilling His Darkest Need Would Have to Suffice
Playing back everything that had just occurred in his mind, he recalled her voice, her face, her scar. It was like he could still feel her on his fingertips. They had just left her face, and already he couldn’t wait until the next time he could touch her.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced, and he had only touched her face.
Lucca only hoped he would be able to control his darkness when he finally allowed himself to take more from her. Some time would have to pass before he did, though. Not only was Chloe not ready, but neither was he. He couldn’t trust the darkness with her yet.
Until then, his dreams of fulfilling his darkest need would have to suffice.
Lucca felt like he had made up for yesterday, and then some. When he had started the day, he had felt like he had only gone backward. Now he felt like he had taken ten steps forward.
She had to face the feeling she was running from. And even though she still didn’t understand it, it was only a matter of time before she would. It would click, just how it did for me …
Taking one last look at the scar on her face, he couldn’t wait for the day he could run his fingers across it. Beautiful.
Watching her car pull away from the shop then disappear, he went back to the music box she had been looking at. It had been obvious that it meant a great deal to her.
He carefully opened it, allowing the lullaby to play once more.
The older woman came to stand beside him. “I just had a girl in here looking at—”
“I would like to purchase it.” The words came out of their own accord, knowing he had to be the one to have it.
“I’m sorry, but I have to decline. The girl who was just looking at it seems to really want it, so I’m reserving it for her.”
He closed the music box, silencing the room. “You’re going to turn down money today, even though she may not come back?”
“For her, yes. Try back in a couple of weeks, and if she hasn’t taken it, I’ll see if I’m ready to part with it.”
Lucca nodded understandingly. He respected the woman for doing that. He would have demanded it otherwise, if he hadn’t seen how much the girl had fallen in love with it.
Deciding to leave, he figured if he was meant to have it, it would still be there when or if he came back …
The shop was five minutes from closing when he came back a week later. Wasting no time, he went right to where the music box sat, finding it still there, like it had been untouched.
The woman noticed him immediately and began shaking her head. “I’m sorry, but it’s only been a week.”
Pulling out his wallet, he laid down three thousand dollars in cash.
She only shook her head again.
For the past week, he had only thought about the look on Chloe’s face when she had been looking at the piece while it played the lullaby. That was exactly how he hoped she would look at him one day.
He had met her tonight, and even though she hadn’t looked at him like that, he knew deep down that one day she would.
Lucca sat down another thousand. “This is as high as I’m willing to go.”
She seemed to contemplate it for a second, but only a second. “I’m sorry, sir, but it’s not about the money.”
“I’m not leaving here without it,” he told her with certainty, the strong feelings he felt finally making sense. “This means something very special to the girl … I love, and I have to be the one to give it to her.”
Twenty-Eight
Only Time Will Tell
Only time will tell,
How a month spent with the boogieman, Locked away from the outside world, Will go.
Only time will tell,
How a month spent with the broken girl he loves, That he has all to himself, Will go.
Only time will tell,
How unbearable it can get, How blissful it can be, Or anywhere in between.
Only time will tell,
When the month comes to an end, If it’s worth repeating for her, And if it’s everything he thought it Would be.
Twenty-Nine
I’m Coming, Chloe
A month had passed in these walls, and what had felt like a prison now felt like a haven. For years, Chloe had woken up every morning afraid of what the day would bring at school and even at home. She had been tortured day in and day out by horrendous people who only ever made her feel like a freak. Yet, the monster who was keeping her here never harmed her and had only made her feel less like a freak every day.
Chloe continued spending her days doing her online classes, and her nights with Lucca. It was nice, calming, even safe here with him, and she trusted him since finding out she wasn’t brought here just because he wanted it so.
There was a reason for her being here, something that had been made obvious by the select few who knew she was here, along with the feeling in her gut. Therefore, she would stay until she upheld her side of the deal with the boogieman. The problem was, when it came to an end, would she be able to walk away? Not even she knew.
She had grown used to many things, but the scariest one of all …
Lucca grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her from leaving the kitchen. “I want you to try something.”
Every day he touched her more and more, and she was getting used to it more and more. His goal of helping her overcome her fear of touch was working.
In the beginning, he had always asked permission or warned her of his incoming contact, but as the month progressed, every now and then he would touch her without warning. It scared her shitless at first, yet the more he did it, the better she recognized and committed his touch to memory. There was still a split second of terror, but then she would realize it was Lucca and her fear would subside.
The hand circling her wrist grew firm, reminding her it was only him.
“W-What is it?”
Leading her over to the stove, he then released her to open a pot. He dipped a spoon into the mixture then brought it to his lips, cooling the hot contents with a gentle blow.
“You made me chili?” she asked, surprised by the kind gesture.
“Don’t get too excited. I found the recipe online, and I’m not sure how good it will turn out.”
“It smells good.” She was warmer already by the smell alone.
When Lucca moved the spoon to her lips, she let him feed her.
The chili was warm, but …
Reading her expression, he asked, “Bad, huh?”
Yep. “N-No, it’s um … different.”
Putting the spoon back into the pot, he dipped out some more chili then took a bite himself. Immediately, he made a face.
“That’s fucking disgusting.”
Chloe started giggling.
Smiling down at her, he laughed with her. “What did I tell you about lying to me, darlin’?”
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. It’s okay,” she tried to console him. “You can’t be a master chef all the time.”
“Well, it’s good I made this for backup then.” Opening the oven, he showed her an incredible-looking homemade, chef-style pizza.