Go above and beyond, you have no choice. Only someone who knew me very well could make such a statement. Someone who spied on me, someone who had a great interest in me for whatever reason. For hours, I sat on the library stairs, showing the heavens my middle finger as long as I could.
I couldn’t believe Aska would make such a statement. As no other god had shown too much interest in me yet, there were only two possibilities. Once, there was an unknown god who wanted to influence me. Or secondly, Irmisul, the goddess of life sent me this message through the crazy professor.
Sadly, I had a lot of time to think about the different possibilities. Realistically speaking, I had no chance of convincing Jacob to give me what I wanted. I needed to wait for a weakness to exploit, but I honestly had no great idea to muddle his mind even more. Well, I did have quite a few ideas, but they were all shit. All of them. Either they wouldn’t work, or even thinking about it was horrible.
Torture, or not to torture, that was the question as Jacob sat down beside me, looking at me with an uneasy expression.
“I …” I mumbled, completely unsure what to do.
“It is okay. You don’t have to say anything.” He claimed, even though the opposite was the case.
“But I want to. I … I think I love you.” I said, finally deciding on the least horrible route which had the highest chance of success. And if it failed, I could still try to force Sirius´ to back off because I had his son. If he cared, that was. There was also the high possibility that Markus would simply attack during the day if Sirius and I managed to find common ground.
Slowly, I crept closer to him and kissed him on his cheek. This time, it didn´t feel as horrible as before, as I felt his skin with my mouth. Shortly afterwards, I leaned back and smiled wryly while looking at his completely red cheek. Satisfied, I chuckled slightly and leaned towards him. Once again, my shoulder was touching him and I leaned my head onto his shoulder. Honestly? It didn’t feel as bad as I imagined it to be. I still felt like shit, but I didn’t feel the need to wash my lips with hydrochloric acid.
“I want to show you something …” He said slowly and stood up after I gave him room to do so. I looked at him with interest as he took my hands and pulled me up. In silence, he led me towards his dormitory, which made me blink a few times.
“Uhm …” I muttered and even though I didn´t point out what the issue was, he understood.
“It´s alright, my roommate left at the end of the last semester and the others are in their courses anyway.” He said, opened the door to the rather large building and looked inside. Only then did he indicate for me to come inside, which I promptly did. The inside of this building was rather plain, and before I even had the time to inspect it closer, he already took my hand and led me upstairs. There, he spied around the corner and looked into the hallway. Once again, he pulled me behind him towards a rather unsuspicious door. He fumbled with his keys for some time until he opened the door and led me inside. As soon as the door was closed, he locked it behind him and sighed loudly.
“Is this really okay?” I asked, looking at one of the two beds in particular. There were several boxes on it, all filled with rather strange things. Hats, gloves, shoes, books, handcuffs, and even a cape.
“Yeah … oh, don’t worry about this stuff. My old roommate who liked to act left it here. I sadly didn´t have the time to clean everything up.” He said casually and truthfully. A bit relieved, I wondered what we were doing here until he sat down on the bed. “Lucy … I want to tell you the truth. But I also know you don’t want to have anything to do with me afterwards, so please … please let me have this until you leave.”
“That’s quite the long time though … I´m supposed to be at the carriage when it gets dark. And what do you want to do?” I asked slightly nervous.
“I want to hold you in my arms, talk with you about all kinds of stuff … and feel how it is to have a relationship for once.” Normal? Was he kidding me? Where was this normal? Three days ago we barely knew each other and then, he basically abducted me into his own room. Were teenagers always this fast? Was he even a teenager? Did werewolves age as fast as humans?
“Do you have a book?” I asked, smiling happily as he pulled out a few books from underneath the bed.
“Plenty.” I strode towards him, picked one up and sat onto the bed next to me. It didn´t take long for him to lay down and for me to follow suit. I laid directly in front of him on my side, resting my head on a pillow while he placed the book slightly above me. I wouldn’t be able to read it this way, but I didn´t need to in the first place. Resting his head on his own hand, he managed to find a somewhat comfortable position by pressing his elbow onto the mattress, elevating his head enough for him to read out loud.
He began to read as soon as I snuggled up closer to him. Once again, he wrapped his right arm around my belly. It was honestly quite a relaxing atmosphere. I could even close my eyes for a few minutes until his hand began to wander, probably not even consciously.
At first, his hand stayed around my belly, which made it fairly easy to ignore, but as soon as he moved it downwards, I focused on it consciously. I hated sexuality, from the bottom of my heart. I could even go so far as to claim that I feared that stuff as well. I couldn’t stand the touch of most humans and rather kept my distance from everyone except for a select few which were surprisingly bearable. Even Tom fell under this group, which was surprising.
But anyway, Tom never touched me indecently and I was always in control. But with Jacob? None of that. I was pressured into snuggling up to him, and that made all the difference. As his hand reached my inner thigh, I had to control my breathing consciously, so that I wouldn’t give my panic away.
I knew where this was going, I knew what this would lead to.
There was just one question left unanswered, even though it was already way too late now.
Torture, or not to torture?
Go above and beyond, you have no choice. Only someone who knew me very well could make such a statement. Someone who spied on me, someone who had a great interest in me for whatever reason. For hours, I sat on the library stairs, showing the heavens my middle finger as long as I could.
I couldn’t believe Aska would make such a statement. As no other god had shown too much interest in me yet, there were only two possibilities. Once, there was an unknown god who wanted to influence me. Or secondly, Irmisul, the goddess of life sent me this message through the crazy professor.
Sadly, I had a lot of time to think about the different possibilities. Realistically speaking, I had no chance of convincing Jacob to give me what I wanted. I needed to wait for a weakness to exploit, but I honestly had no great idea to muddle his mind even more. Well, I did have quite a few ideas, but they were all shit. All of them. Either they wouldn’t work, or even thinking about it was horrible.
Torture, or not to torture, that was the question as Jacob sat down beside me, looking at me with an uneasy expression.
“I …” I mumbled, completely unsure what to do.
“It is okay. You don’t have to say anything.” He claimed, even though the opposite was the case.
“But I want to. I … I think I love you.” I said, finally deciding on the least horrible route which had the highest chance of success. And if it failed, I could still try to force Sirius´ to back off because I had his son. If he cared, that was. There was also the high possibility that Markus would simply attack during the day if Sirius and I managed to find common ground.
Slowly, I crept closer to him and kissed him on his cheek. This time, it didn´t feel as horrible as before, as I felt his skin with my mouth. Shortly afterwards, I leaned back and smiled wryly while looking at his completely red cheek. Satisfied, I chuckled slightly and leaned towards him. Once again, my shoulder was touching him and I leaned my head onto his shoulder. Honestly? It didn’t feel as bad as I imagined it to be. I still felt like shit, but I didn’t feel the need to wash my lips with hydrochloric acid.
“I want to show you something …” He said slowly and stood up after I gave him room to do so. I looked at him with interest as he took my hands and pulled me up. In silence, he led me towards his dormitory, which made me blink a few times.
“Uhm …” I muttered and even though I didn´t point out what the issue was, he understood.
“It´s alright, my roommate left at the end of the last semester and the others are in their courses anyway.” He said, opened the door to the rather large building and looked inside. Only then did he indicate for me to come inside, which I promptly did. The inside of this building was rather plain, and before I even had the time to inspect it closer, he already took my hand and led me upstairs. There, he spied around the corner and looked into the hallway. Once again, he pulled me behind him towards a rather unsuspicious door. He fumbled with his keys for some time until he opened the door and led me inside. As soon as the door was closed, he locked it behind him and sighed loudly.
“Is this really okay?” I asked, looking at one of the two beds in particular. There were several boxes on it, all filled with rather strange things. Hats, gloves, shoes, books, handcuffs, and even a cape.
“Yeah … oh, don’t worry about this stuff. My old roommate who liked to act left it here. I sadly didn´t have the time to clean everything up.” He said casually and truthfully. A bit relieved, I wondered what we were doing here until he sat down on the bed. “Lucy … I want to tell you the truth. But I also know you don’t want to have anything to do with me afterwards, so please … please let me have this until you leave.”
“That’s quite the long time though … I´m supposed to be at the carriage when it gets dark. And what do you want to do?” I asked slightly nervous.
“I want to hold you in my arms, talk with you about all kinds of stuff … and feel how it is to have a relationship for once.” Normal? Was he kidding me? Where was this normal? Three days ago we barely knew each other and then, he basically abducted me into his own room. Were teenagers always this fast? Was he even a teenager? Did werewolves age as fast as humans?
“Do you have a book?” I asked, smiling happily as he pulled out a few books from underneath the bed.
“Plenty.” I strode towards him, picked one up and sat onto the bed next to me. It didn´t take long for him to lay down and for me to follow suit. I laid directly in front of him on my side, resting my head on a pillow while he placed the book slightly above me. I wouldn’t be able to read it this way, but I didn´t need to in the first place. Resting his head on his own hand, he managed to find a somewhat comfortable position by pressing his elbow onto the mattress, elevating his head enough for him to read out loud.
He began to read as soon as I snuggled up closer to him. Once again, he wrapped his right arm around my belly. It was honestly quite a relaxing atmosphere. I could even close my eyes for a few minutes until his hand began to wander, probably not even consciously.
At first, his hand stayed around my belly, which made it fairly easy to ignore, but as soon as he moved it downwards, I focused on it consciously. I hated sexuality, from the bottom of my heart. I could even go so far as to claim that I feared that stuff as well. I couldn’t stand the touch of most humans and rather kept my distance from everyone except for a select few which were surprisingly bearable. Even Tom fell under this group, which was surprising.
But anyway, Tom never touched me indecently and I was always in control. But with Jacob? None of that. I was pressured into snuggling up to him, and that made all the difference. As his hand reached my inner thigh, I had to control my breathing consciously, so that I wouldn’t give my panic away.
I knew where this was going, I knew what this would lead to.
There was just one question left unanswered, even though it was already way too late now.
Torture, or not to torture?
