Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 13

Lauren

After avoiding Elise for the last few days, it felt amazing to have her body curled next to me again.

We kissed until she could no longer stand from her own dizziness, but even then she kept trying to kiss me like she couldn’t get enough.

I loved it, but her own health was definitely not being taken into consideration by her.

“What is your real name?”

I turn my head towards her, surprised she is still awake after I had to carry her to bed so she wouldn’t fall over anything.

“Why would you like to know?”

“Well I’m kind of tired of referring to you as Davids or blonde woman or the devil herself.”

My hands grab at her hips in a playful way at the last one, tickling her to the point of her begging me to stop. I like this side of Elise, the playful non hateful side, it reminds me of how young and innocent she really is.

“Elizabeth, that’s my name.”

A silence takes over the room for a few minutes, causing me to think that she may have fallen asleep until she replies once more.

“Elizabeth, do you mind maybe getting something to eat?” She asks, sounding nervous all of a sudden.

“Of course,” I reply suspiciously and pull her up from the bed.

Together we walk down to the dining hall, a few feet apart from one another, with Elise seeming really tensed like she was coming from her cell again.

I wanted to ask if she was alright, but the maids had already served dinner in front of us, given that we missed both breakfast and lunch earlier.

I just wanted to know what was going on inside of her head, why she was acting so weird and especially what that make out session was about. Don’t get me wrong, it felt amazing, but did she feel the same way or was she just kissing the hell out of me in order to put herself to sleep. It sure looked like it with how desperate she had been the whole time, but it also looked like she was in desperate need of some hours of rest.

Which reminded me, what are her nightmares about. The first one she had accused me of was the reason, that’s why I thought some separation was necessary because it hurt me knowing that I could be the cause. I had never felt pain like that before, like a hot stab to the heart. I couldn’t find any joy or escape from that pain the days I had avoided Elise.

The only time I felt at peace were the nights I had snuck into her room and watched her sleep, burrowed into the blankets. She would scream sometimes, signalling that I should leave if she were to wake up.

“Why did you leave?” She asks between unmercifully fast bites of her food.

“Missed me did you?” I ask playfully with a smirk.

Her gaze returns to her plate, still distant and maybe even a little disappointed.