Figments of Fear (A Dark Fantasy Horror): The Edge of Reflection 2

by Carver Pike

  The shower rained down over her, providing a path that carried his eyes down as if they flowed along a river that wrapped around her entire body. He focused on one particular stream as it ran down her neck and over her left breast, where it branched out and forked right at her erect nipple.

  The two new streams circled her areole and ran down the bottom of her breast where it continued across her stomach. There was something sexy about the softness of her belly. He was so turned on.

  The two streams of water spider webbed out. A new fountain of water ran down over the not-so-recently trimmed thatch of hair between her legs.

  Gabe wanted her badly and became excited at the thought that he would finally get to make love to her this night. To fuck her. Both. He wanted to take her lovingly but he also wanted to make her moan, to hear every sound of her sexual pleasure. He needed her. He burned with desire for her.

  He was so engrossed in watching the water travel down her body that he was startled when Lisa stepped closer to him and let her breasts skim along the flesh of his chest. She leaned in for a kiss, and for a moment, their lips didn’t touch.

  With only an inch between them, the water rolled down over both of their mouths. Their quivering breath sprayed drops over each other. They both trembled with excitement. As their mouths finally met, Gabe pushed his cock between her legs, poking her a little, and begging for more. Lisa leaned her head back and Gabe kissed her neck.

  “I would’ve given anything to be with you, like this, in the real world,” Lisa whispered.

  “Be with me now,” he replied.

  “Yes.”

  With that, he put his hand between her legs and touched her clit with his finger. She moaned in his ear.

  “I want to be with you, Gabe,” she said.

  The water ran through their mouths as their tongues sloshed through and met in the middle. His finger rolled around her clit, circling it gently. She lifted one leg up and put it on the side of the tub, giving him easier access.

  “You want me inside you?” Gabe asked.

  “Oh God, yes,” she whispered in his ear.

  “Not yet,” he said as he dropped to his knees and licked her from the spot in front of her ass all the way through the folds of her pussy and up to her clit.

  “Oh God,” she said as she grabbed his hair and squeezed.

  Gabe grabbed her ass in both hands and pulled, stretching her open even more as he buried his tongue inside of her.

  He wanted her to remember their first time forever.

  ***

  Lisa wanted to crash into the wall behind her. He was doing everything right. Her stomach was cramping and her pussy ached. It felt so good. She wanted to grab his face and yank him into her.

  He was licking her so good but she wanted him deeper. She wanted to feel his cock inside of her.

  Had she just said cock? And pussy? Was she really thinking these words? Yes, she wanted his throbbing cock to fuck the shit out of her tight pussy.

  She’d never felt so dirty. Was it the atmosphere? The fact that she’d been surrounded by so much darkness?

  Sure, she’d masturbated before and she’d secretly clicked on a porn video or two on her computer but she was a good girl.

  A good girl who so desperately wanted to be fucked by the bad boy.

  “Fuck me, Gabe,” she said out loud.

  She hadn’t meant to. She’d been thinking it and then said it. And suddenly he was standing again, his dick in his fist, preparing to enter her.

  “You’re sure about this?” he asked.

  “Fuck me, Gabe!” she yelled.

  He got the hint and through the blurred vision of the water running down her face and the tightening of her thigh as she held her foot up on the tub, she felt him, just the head touching her entrance. He was right there.

  God he felt big.

  She wanted him to be inside. She reached out and found his hand to help guide him into her. And he did. Oh, shit, he did. He pushed inside of her a bit and then stopped. It hurt. It stretched her and it didn’t seem like it wanted to go inside.

  He pushed a little harder and she shoved forward a little further. But he wouldn’t go inside. The water. Somehow the water of the shower was drying her out or something.

  “Fuck me, Gabe,” she said again.

  And the look on his face was so hot. He was so fucking sexy. He clenched his teeth, gripped her shoulders, and lifted up on his toes. It took a second, a painful second, of the head forcing its way through.

  Then his cock found the slickness of her and he plunged all the way inside.

  “Oww, oh…oh…oh.”

  The sounds just came out of her. And it felt so good. She was practically climbing the wall trying to give him better access. He was fucking the shit out of her.

  She threw her arms over his shoulders and lifted both legs up, wrapping them around him. He shoved her up against the tile wall.

  “Oh fuck!” she cried, water spraying out with each gasp and moan.

  She suddenly realized it wasn’t the dark side doing this to her. It was her. She’d wanted Gabe for so long and had fantasized about being with him so much that it was all just pouring out of her. She just wanted HER MAN to please her, to make her his, to make her know that she was wanted.

  And he was doing that.

  And she was gasping into his ear, taking him all the way inside her, and hanging on for dear life.

  ***

  What started out in the shower, two naked bodies making love under a stream of hot water, their limbs wrapped around each other, more steam coming from their actions than from the water itself, only intensified once they made their way onto the bed.

  There was no towel needed to dry them off. They were both so drunk on their passion that neither of them cared. With the blankets thrown to the floor, there was nothing to be tangled in other than their own bodies. Lisa’s low self-esteem dissipated during the lovemaking.

  She worked him as if he had been the one wanting her for years and she was the one finally giving in.

  First, she rode him, pinning his hands against the bed as she bucked her hips and sank down onto him.

  At one point, with both hands up and holding her hair back, she looked down and saw her own breasts, firm and rising and falling while she fucked him.

  He was staring at her, watching her naked body glisten with sweat. And he was smiling. It was the best feeling in the world.

  ***

  She was magnificent. The sight and smell and feel of her was driving him wild. She was so wet and so warm and so…giving. She was giving it all to him.

  And he loved her. He did. He loved the hell out of this girl.

  Gabe flipped her over and climbed back in between her legs. He lowered himself down onto her, chest against chest, and kissed her. He loved the taste of her mouth. She was sweet. And somehow as they kissed, their breathing fell in together and as she exhaled he inhaled, sucking her breath into his lungs.

  It was erotic, sensual, and as he exhaled she breathed in. They were one. They were connected.

  And each time his cock slid inside of her he felt even more attached.

  Every inch of their bodies was explored by the other. When the orgasms hit, Gabe knew that he wanted to be with her like this forever.

  Exhausted and relieved of any stress he’d felt earlier in the day, Gabe lay naked on the bed, with Lisa resting against his chest. He ran his hand through her hair and relaxed his entire body. It felt so right being with her.

  He’d never felt this way with Allie. There’d always been an urge to immediately get out of bed and either shower or engage in some other activity. There was no cuddling with her.

  As he lay there staring at the gorgeous woman in his arms, he couldn’t help but think of the one other person he’d been with recently - Ivy. Ivy had rested on his chest the same way that Lisa was now.

  Lisa was tracing the lines of his muscles with her index finger when Gabe finally spoke up. It may not have be
en the best thing to say at the time, but for some reason Gabe didn’t think it would be as big a deal as it turned out to be.

  “There’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

  “Tell me anything you’d like,” Lisa replied in a cute voice.

  Gabe considered backing down and talking about something else, but he knew she deserved the truth.

  “When you crossed over, your image, Ivy, looked like you. She was you, only a little more wild, and seductive, and daring. She was you, only darker. She came on to me, and…”

  Lisa backed away from Gabe’s chest and stared into his eyes with a sudden look of pain.

  “You slept with her, didn’t you?” she asked.

  Gabe looked up at the ceiling. He didn’t want to hurt Lisa. Sleeping with Ivy was a mistake, and if he’d understood then that Ivy wasn’t Lisa, he’d never have gone through with it.

  “Yeah,” he admitted. “But you have to understand. She looked just like you and I had no idea bout all this…this…this different worlds stuff. I thought you were…”

  “The other girl.”

  “Well, yeah, sort of. I thought you were trying to be something you weren’t because you liked me.”

  Lisa sat up and covered herself with one of the bed sheets. She buried her face in her hand.

  “My God. The first time I slept with you I wasn’t even there. Was she good?”

  “Different.”

  She looked over at him, sadness and disappointment showing in her eyes.

  “So you’re finally over Allie, and now the girl I’ve got to be most jealous of is me.”

  “No,” Gabe argued. “It was Ivy. And for the record, I like this version of you much better.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She didn’t pull away, but a tear dropped from her eyes. He stared down at the smoothness of her naked leg, and reached out to touch her. That’s when it hit him. How hadn’t he thought about it before?

  He sat up in bed and took her hand.

  “I crossed over while Ivy was in bed, so Cutter, he could’ve hurt Ivy, or…” Gabe thought aloud.

  Lisa caught on quickly.

  “Killed her. Gabe, if he killed Ivy then I’m stuck here on this side of the mirror.”

  Gabe silently contemplated the possibility. Lisa slid out of bed and began to get dressed.

  “Wouldn’t I feel something if she were dead?” Lisa asked as she pulled on her pants.

  “I don’t know,” Gabe said.

  “She can’t be dead, Gabe.”

  She wiped her tears away, walked to the bathroom, and closed the door hard behind her. Gabe wondered what the chances were that Cutter would keep Ivy alive.

  Chapter 8 – The Cold Tile Floor

  On the other side of the mirror, in a hotel room much like the one Gabe and Lisa were sharing, Cutter lay naked, with only the bed sheet draped over his midsection. He watched TV with wide-eyed amusement, cackling at the lame jokes a late night host rattled off directly from his teleprompter.

  Ivy was pretty sure Cutter didn’t understand the politics of the normal world, but he didn’t let that stop him from laughing along with the audience. She knew he thoroughly enjoyed the stupid innocent laughter of the weaklings on TV.

  None of them had what it took to make it in his world, and so they gathered in front of their TV screens and allowed themselves to be entertained by a red haired man with a swooped up cowlick combed high above his head.

  Ivy lay naked, curled up in a ball next to him with her left hand cuffed to the headboard. She refused to look at him and instead stared at the ugly orange curtain that hung from the window. The air conditioner hummed loudly and did nothing to help with the humidity in the room.

  Her skin was damp even though it had been nearly an hour since the sexual grind Cutter had put her through. It was surprising to her that this was the first time he’d made any sexual advances towards her since crossing through the mirror.

  She had expected to be tortured constantly and forced to do all kinds of dastardly acts, but he’d apparently had other things to occupy his time, such as the butchered bartender the night before.

  Somehow, there was a strange bond between them and she knew that it was this bond that kept her alive. That’s why she went along with Cutter’s forceful and sometimes violent sexual needs. It was rape, no doubt about it, but she actually allowed herself to enjoy some of the moments.

  She was still afraid of him though, and every time he moved too quickly, she flinched, afraid he was going to cut her or bite her down to the bone. The animalistic side of him that came out when he murdered always seemed to peek out its ugly head during sex as well.

  This time though, other than being extremely rough, he didn’t try anything unusual. It was hard for her to imagine that not so long ago she actually pursued him and wanted to sleep with him. There had been more to it than her dark image desire to fuck all the time. She’d actually wanted him in a different way. It was much like the way she’d wanted Gabe when she saw him.

  Things had changed though, and now she just wanted to get away from him. Lying there staring at the orange curtain, she felt violated and wanted to go home.

  “I gotta use the bathroom,” she said, still refusing to look at Cutter.

  “Not my problem,” he replied, his attention focused on the television.

  “It will be if I pee all over the bed,” she said.

  Cutter sighed and leaned over her to open the handcuff. She rolled out of bed and pulled on her pants and shirt. He watched her get dressed, then laughed.

  “Been there. Done that,” he said.

  Ivy ignored his remark and headed for the bathroom.

  “Hurry up,” Cutter ordered. “And don’t try any funny stuff.”

  Ivy locked the door behind her and fell to her knees. She cried. Her cries turned to sobs. In her entire life on the dark side, she’d only felt this hopeless once before, and that was when Cutter hung her up on the balcony.

  The two most devastating moments in her life involved the evil man who was sitting on the bed outside the door.

  At last she climbed to her feet and leaned against the counter. She stared into the mirror and saw how bad she really looked. She had cuts on her face, her lip was swollen, and one of her eyes was slightly dark underneath from when Cutter had punched her.

  “Hurry the fuck up in there!” Cutter yelled from the other side of the door.

  “I’ll be out in a minute!”

  A sound like Cutter smacking the door with an open fist rang out as the door threatened to buckle.

  “I gotta pee now, you dumb bitch. Hurry up or I’m gonna kick the door down and piss on your forehead!”

  Ivy wiped angrily at the tears on her cheeks. She was tired of playing the damsel in distress. She looked at herself in the mirror once again.

  “I’m goin’ home, you cocksucker,” she said quietly at the door. “But I’ll be back for you. And when I return, you’re fucking dead.”

  ***

  Back on the dark side, Lisa stood in the bathroom, terrified at the thought of being stuck there. If Cutter killed Ivy, there would be no way for her to cross over with Gabe. She’d be stuck there alone. Gabe was doing everything he could to get home. What if he made it, and she didn’t?

  It was the thought of losing him that scared her most. She could learn to tolerate the dark side if she had Gabe by her side, but without him, she wouldn’t be able to bear it.

  Lisa leaned against the counter and looked into the mirror. She touched her reflection, moving her hand around in circles and watching as her mirror image followed, fingertips to fingertips.

  “Ivy, huh? She was the one who pulled me into the mirror? Well, I hope you’re alive, Ivy. Cause I wanna go home,” Lisa said.

  She rolled her eyes and flashed her reflection an angry glance.

  “Ivy, well, at least you had the guts to go after him.”

  Lisa gasped as tears started to run from her reflection’s eyes. S
he leaned closer to the mirror to get a better look.

  “What the…” she said aloud.

  She touched her own cheek with her left hand and it came away dry. Tears continued to pour down her reflection’s cheeks. Suddenly her image’s hands shot through the mirror and grabbed Lisa by her hair.

  The reflection changed into Ivy, all battered and bruised. She looked desperate as she cupped one hand over Lisa’s mouth to stifle her call for help.