Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 18

Lauren

A few days had passed and I couldn’t bring myself to become close to Elise again. The feeling of my power weakening around her was only one of the reasons with me cutting interactions with her again.

Ever since she told me about my stepmother causing her pain and sleepless nights, I haven’t brought myself to speak to her. I still spend my nights holding her and my days in the same room, I just couldn’t vocalise my thoughts to her.

The nightmares haven’t faded from her either. If anything they have amplified their presence. Most nights Elise is unable to go without screaming out in what can only be described as agony.

I feel so helpless when it happens, but I can see the comfort in her face when she wakes up and is able to curl into me. She doesn’t speak when she wakes, or for the rest of the long night that she can no longer sleep through.

I hate my stepmother for doing this to Elise. She looks like the living dead woke up and decided to die a few more times just so it could walk through the halls of my home, and plague me with guilt.

She doesn’t eat much either, which is starting to really piss me off, because her already ghostly complexion continues to pale, and I can only hope that translucency is a possibility without death. Her skeleton is visible under the thin layer of skin that encapsulates it.

What I would give to take her place. I would have never said or even thought of doing that for another person before, but it’s like my ways of selfishness and self absorbance have been broken since I’ve met her. In a way I guess she makes me better, but with that said, I can still feel the cursed devil rattling the cages within me.

The anger I hold against my step mother makes it difficult for me to control myself whenever I look at the depressed face of Elise. I only just reached her and became happy with her and her with me. And now I can’t even look at her without wanting to hunt down the person who has and continues to hurt her for no purpose.

“What are you always reading when we come in here?” Elise asks from across the room, laying across the couch, her eyelids subtly dropping and begging to close. My half opened a Sherlock Holmes novel that I hadn’t read in decades splayed over her chest.

It was the first time in days that I had heard her speak a large amount. Her voice seemed a little horse and delicate but still as curious filled as it always was when she asked anything.

“Just work emails, nothing important.” I say to her, continuing to type away my reply to Mason who was making a great deal of progress with building up Saxon’s presence in the sharemarket.

This caught Elise’s attention as she stood up and came around my desk to sit on my lap. I push away from my desk and fold my arms around her delicate form.

“What type of work does the fierce angelic Lauren Davids do?”

A smile tugs at my lips as I look into her glossy eyes. Even when she was tired, she was still able to display her humour, playfulness and lowkey seduction.

“I am a business owner, but I wouldn’t say I am angelic, that would require me to be kind and saintly.”

“I’d say you are both those things,” she answers genuinely, placing her ice like soft hand against my heated cheek. “Not to mention extremely beautiful, like damn I can feel my panties dropping already.”

I chuckle, being taken off guard by her brazen words.

“Did I say that out loud?” She asks, her face adopting an adorable baby pink shade.

I simply nod and pull her tighter into me. She places her hand in front of her face, trying to hide the blush and cringed nose.