Dark Drabble 06

                                        Desperation 

No one was coming for her.

The thought filtered through Lenneth’s mind as she lay on the bed, cheek pressed against Lezard’s thigh, listening to the man breathe heavily. The taste of him was still in her mouth, bitter salt that made Lenneth want to gag. She fought down waves of nausea, trying not to think of how warm and thick he had been, shooting his load into her mouth.

Lezard’s hands were in her hair, petting her as he crooned down at her, murmuring what a good girl she had been. Lenneth tried not to flinch away from his touch, tolerating his caressing fingers as best she could. His tone was praising, his touch gentle, almost lazy. She shifted, looking up at him, trying to ignore the body part that lay limp before her face. Lezard was looking at her, eyes dark with satisfaction, a smile that was almost goofy in appearance on his lips. The necromancer was sated, deeply pleased with her performance, Lenneth fighting back a shudder as she flashed back on what he had made her do.

It sickened her, her cheeks turning beet red as she wondered what else he might do to her. Lezard had all the time in the world to be creative, weeks had gone by, the days totaling into months, countless hours spent violating her body. And still no one came! All that time had passed, and not one hint of a rescue was to be found. It made her despair, forced her to face the harsh facts of her imprisonment.

No one was coming for her. Not mortals, nor Gods. It was as though the outside world had ceased to exist, reality narrowing down to just him and her, trapped together in his tower. Surely any would be rescuers had given up on her by now, writing her situation off as a hopeless cause. It was up to her, and her alone to get away from Lezard, and Lenneth feared she didn’t have the strength to accomplish that.

Lezard’s legs tensed, and Lenneth eased up, hovering over his thighs, looking up at him worriedly. He read the uncertainty in her eyes, hand sliding down to cup her cheek. He was sitting up, Lezard urging her back, easing her up off his lap. Lenneth was all too eager to move, anxiously watching as Lezard dropped his hands to his pants. She breathed a bit better to see him tucking himself inside his pants, fingers lacing up his breeches. It seemed the wizard was done with her, Lenneth having earned a moment’s reprieve.

One last flexing of his fingers, making sure the laces held, and then he was touching her again. Bending down to brush his lips against her mouth, startling her with an unexpected kiss. Lenneth let out a muffled whimper, finding his tongue pushing against her lips, sliding into her mouth. She forced herself to freeze, to tolerate this, knowing things could be so much more worse, that Lezard could have been after so much more than just a kiss.

One last flicker of his tongue against hers, and then Lezard was pulling back from her. He touched her forehead, brushing her bangs back with a tenderness that surprised her. “I hate to leave you so soon…” Lezard said, regret in his voice.

She merely looked at him, silent though her heart beat faster at his words. He was leaving?!

“But I have some…business I have been neglecting.” His fingertips were dancing circles on her forehead, a light massage on her temples. “It won’t take me long.” Lenneth knew he was trying to sound reassuring, though his words were anything but! “And afterwards we can pick up where we left off…” A grin from him, Lezard failing to notice the way she shuddered at the thought.

One more kiss from him, and then he was leaving the bed, leaving her to sit in the center all alone. Lenneth watched as Lezard walked out of the room, taking care to shut the door close behind him. The foreboding sound of locks tumbling into pace followed his exit, the wizard securing her prison closed. Only when the sound of his footsteps had faded away, did Lenneth give in to the sadness that had built within her. Fat tears pouring out of her eyes, dripping down her face, a loud sob issuing from her throat.

She didn’t cry in front of Lezard anymore, but that didn’t mean the urge wasn’t still there. Lenneth didn’t think her tears would ever completely dry up, not so long as she was his captive. She hunched her knees close to her body, winding her arms around her legs, rocking back and forth as she sniffled and cried, skirt growing damp from her tears.

How long she cried, she did not know, but eventually her eyes dried, and her sobs quieted down. Sniffling, Lenneth raised her head, looking bleary eyed around the room. There was no clock available to her, no chance for her to know how much time had passed since Lezard had left the room. She stretched out, Lenneth easing towards the edge of the mattress. Her feet touched the floor, and she took a shaky step forward, hearing the rustle of her skirts.

Lenneth wanted a drink of water, wanted to wash out the taste of Lezard from her mouth. She walked, fighting not to run, heading towards the vanity where a pitcher of fresh drinking water lie. Shaking hands reached for the container, pouring the cool water into a cup. It took both hands to raise the glass, and she paused with it halfway to her face, catching sight of her reflection in the vanity’s mirror.

A pale face stared back at her, cheeks looking too thin, dark circles under her eyes. ~Is that really me?~ She wondered, looking at her sickly image. Lenneth stared harder, frowning, spotting a speck of something on her chin. She leaned in closer to the mirror, eyes intent on her face, and gasped. A streak of white, a thin trail leading downward from her lower lip marred her skin.

For a second all Lenneth saw was that white gob, and then her vision flashed black. The sound of glass shattering filled her ears, and she was aware of her hands bleeding. She gazed down at the blood, fascinated. Was all that red really from her? Lenneth glanced up at the fractured mirror, seeing a half a dozen reflections of herself, watching as she raised bloodied hands towards her face, wiping away the white only to replace it with red.

Pain stung in her hands, sharp and intense, and Lenneth saw tiny shards of glass sticking out of her flesh. She stared, and once again found herself thinking on her hopeless situation. ~No one is coming for me.~ Lenneth told herself, hands starting to shake. ~No one but Lezard.~ She shuddered, remembering his promise of returning to her soon, of picking up where they had left off.

~This will never end. This will go on and on…forever.~ Despair was eating away at her, grief welling up in her heart. ~He’ll continue to use me until there’s nothing left.~ Her hand was reaching forward, fingers touching the shattered mirror, uncaring that the shards bit into her skin. Her fingers bent, pulling at the glass, trying to wrench free a large, jagged piece.

Her hands were shaking, and she was unsurprised to find tears leaking out the corner of her eyes. She didn’t want to do this, but was there any other way to be free of Lezard? Lenneth feared the answer was no, and she was crying out even as she slashed the glass shard across her wrist, blood welling up to stain the sleeve of her dress. 

~He’ll never touch me again.~ Lenneth thought dreamily, her hand moving to make another cut on her arm.