Naming Demons: The Beginning of Death

CHAPTER 4 Robert

I looked at the scared child. Her eyes reminded me so much of what Karen’s eyes looked like that day. The horror reflected in those big black eyes gives me joy when it makes other soft. The demons kept surfacing. The inner good within me died a long time ago. This is me after being reborn to the world of darkness.

There was a time I almost turned back from this life. Almost.

Taking my socks off, I filled the tub with warm water. The girl sits still in the floor, waiting for my next move. I reached for the end of the chain and pulled her towards me.

“Come here.” Hesitantly, she obeyed.

I pulled her harder so that she stumbles into the tub. She almost drowned. I laughed. Her mouth was gagged with my boxers and a robe string. The blood between her legs was washed away, replaced by the lavender scent. This body wash turns me on. The scent of lavender reminds me of her, the one woman I could never forget.

The tub is getting slimy because of the soap. Bubbles started to form as she moved around. I wiped the child’s face with my hand while my other was touching her butt hole, playing with it, poking it clean. From her butt hole, my hands wandered further to her small clitoris, pea size. Then to the whole that bleeds. I tried to wash away the blood. With my fingers, I could feel where the flesh was torn. The outer area was stretched beyond the maximum that it should. The tear, almost and I mean almost, connect her vagina to her ass.

I closed my eyes and recall the day I met her, that girl.

My adopted parents were well respected in the society. They had a very good reputation given that one of them is an obstetrician-gynecologist and the other a cosmetic surgeon. Most wives of politicians, businessmen and whoever has authority in the society had, one way or the other met my parents.

When a new mayor was elected, everyone with power, may it be money, fame or fortune was invited to attend the ceremony. That was where I met her. She was twelve then and I, twenty.

I am a good looking adult, bred by respectable parents. My reputation exceeds me and this is far from who I am. I never failed to swoon any woman I like into my direction but I always stay decent, gentle, suppressing the urge to make any woman bleed. I know she will be mine soon. However, I secured my reputation with women. I dated and fucked women my age, or older. Never younger. Yet, this one, I will have her and she will come to me in her own accord. I will see to it.

I never attached myself to anyone. Why the hell would I when I can sleep with all women in the town? Yet this girl, something about her is compelling me. Yes, the kryptonite to my “superdemon”.

We were introduced as cousins. As if that could stop me.

She smiled, “Claire. Everyone calls me Claire.”

She attended an all girls boarding school in London even before she could learn to read. Her parents decided that she will attend middle school here. She needs to be exposed to the world after all, they said.

She smiles a lot. She smiles to people who look at her, glance at her and even glare at her. Indeed, she can light up a room. With her presence, my demons cowered back, afraid that if exposed, they will die.

“Rob. Robert actually but just Rob.” I said, trying to look stern, hiding my interest in her.

“So we’re cousins, huh? Funny though, I never remembered having one.”

“So do I” I shared her sentiment.

We kept silent for a while, seated at one of the corner tables as adults talked about politics, charity balls and whatever that keeps their hectic schedule busy. I took a sip of my wine, feeling it dry down as it goes my throat. Never had I experienced the drying of wine. I was too thirsty I guess. She made me thirsty.