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It's a good night to relax. You’re walking down the street with the bottle of pills in your back pocket. You have been seeing things recently. A man to be specific. Doc says it’s a hallucination, and that with enough time and medicine he should go away. He's about 9 feet, which confuses you, because he appears human, and fits in your house?
He wears a black leather cloak, falling to about his knees, there's a hat atop his head, the brim partially obscuring his eyes. He has a strong jaw covered in stubble. You've been calling him the man from the shadow, even if your therapist says not to, that it'll only make him more real. You need a name for this..being that’s taken up space in your home.
You’ve seen him hovering in corners or watching you sleep. He's always at least 3 feet close, never seeming to want to be too far from you. You don't know why he’s locked on you but, you’ve been lonely recently, so you don't really mind the company. The pills never seem to work much anyway. The most they’ve done is made him disappear for a day. And he came back mad. Wouldn't let you out of his possessive hold, you were bed bound that day. Doesn't mean you're not afraid of him though, not with the way he holds his knife to your throat manically laughing sometimes.
You walk into the bar, sauntering up to the counter where you order a drink. The music is loud, raucously booming off walls into your ears. People crowd the center floor dancing and chatting. There's the smell of fried food and alcohol heavy in the air.
Out of the corner of your eye you spot him, The Man who's been haunting you. He’s sitting on a couch near the corner. You quickly chug 2 of the pills your doctor gave you, they don't work. He grins widely. He has a cigarette in his mouth, smoking leisurely. He looks at you with a smirk, seeming pleased that you've noticed him. Bringing up his other hand he beckons you closer. Being the smart woman you are , you obviously do not get closer. Instead you take a seat near the front door.
Looking around at other customers you feel his glare on the back of your head. You open your pills. The bottle is empty…how? There were at least a dozen in there when you walked in, and you only took 2 a few minutes ago.
You look up. He's sitting across from you.
“It's rude to ignore someone who's talking to you, you know that?”
His voice is deep. He holds a cig in the other hand, elbow placed on the table. Smoke and the scent of whiskey circles you. He’d be attractive if it weren't for the whole being a shadow demon thing, you think.
“Well? Are you gonna listen?”
“Uhh…. sure?”
You answer slowly.
You know you shouldn't talk to him, shouldn't reinforce in your mind that he's real, because he's not. Right? (who are you trying to convince, doll?)
“Huh?”
“I didn't say anything?”
He looks at you with confusion.
“Oh uh,sorry.”
You lower your head staring at the drink in front of you. You take a sip.
“Hey..umm… I just have one question. What's your name?”
“August Marcus Robertson, been a long time since anyone’s asked me that”
What the hell does he mean by that?
“Ok um…why are you following me?”
(do you still love me?)
You blink. Your head throbs.
“What? You don’t remember?”
“Remember what?”
“Hmm”
He offers no further information.
August brings the cig to his mouth, taking a long drag. His eyes peer into yours, deep bloody red and curious. You shrink into the plush black leather of your seat. Your shoulders hunch inwards, trying to guard yourself. August’s lip curls, flashing his teeth. It feels like a threat,even though his posture is relaxed.
You take a closer look at him, figuring you might as well while you're talking to him. He's wide, legs spread, taking up the whole bench across from you. He’d easily tower over anyone, and his presence commands attention. Given the gun you sometimes see him carry, it's easy to think he once led a life of crime. Fits well with the way he dresses, and how you also sometimes see these… henchmen? Around your place.
He breathes out the smoke, it whispers and settles on the table, crawling over your hands. You drink from your glass.
A man walks over to you.
“Hey gorgeous”
You look at him, surprised he'd waltz over here so calmly given the huge man sitting across from you. You turn to look at August, sending him a smile.
“Uh, who are you smiling at ?”
“The man across from me?”
He gives you a weirded out look.
“There's no one there?”
Oh.
(are you afraid?)
Huh? Your eyes start to hurt. You peer into your half full glass.
The man swirls his drink in his hand. He goes to sit down a cross from you, laying his arm on the table. Where'd August go?
“Right here darling ”
There's a heavy arm laid on your shoulders, your right side pressed into his left. He's warm? His leather coat had been wrapped around you, encasing you in his scent. August’s thigh is against yours, massive and well muscled. You’ve never been this close to him. It's. . .intoxicating.
“So, what do you do for fun?”
The man leans forward, crowding into your space, August bristles.
“Oh um, just writing and drawing, I guess?”
“Hmm”
He leans closer.
“You're cute, you know that?”
His breath reeks of alcohol.
“Uh, thank you?”
You try to shrink further into your seat, partially covering yourself in August’s coat, not that the man notices.
“Well, what do you say we…take this elsewhere?”
You look to your right, hoping August knows what to do. He has an old school revolver pointed straight at the man's temple. Headshot. The man doesn't notice this either and continues to blabber.
“You and me, all alone, doesn't that sound fun sweetheart?”
He leers at you, running his tongue along his lips.
August has had enough, he reaches over easily to grip the man's throat.
He tries to breathe, to no avail. His face is quickly turning blue. He breaks out into a coughing fit, scrabbling out of his seat towards the door. August lets go, watching him flee.
August takes another drag of his cigarette, tightening his arm around you. Your face feels hot, there's a heavy warmth buried in your chest. It's slowly spreading its way downward. It might be the alcohol, or the way August is looking at you.
“Nusiance”
August's voice is low, festered in anger.
(I won’t hurt you)
Your head buzzes. You look at the pill bottle again, still empty. August flicks it off the table.
“You won’t need those anymore Doll”
He looks down at you, curling himself over your head, testing just how much closer you’ll let him get. It’s pretty close, your noses are nearly touching, your eyes glued to each other. He runs his hand up and down your waist, turning you into him. He puts the cig out on the table, bringing his other hand up to cup your face. You feel heavy, drawn in by him. You shift forwards, deeper into his space. He welcomes you eagerly.
You’re nearly straddling his lap now, thighs on either side of his hips. It's a bit of a stretch, given just how large he is compared to you. He places his hand on the back of your head, cradling it. Learning forward and pressing your back to the table he gently kisses you. His lips are chapped, he moves the hand on your waist to your lower back, splaying out his fingers, pulling you closer. He tastes expectedly of alcohol and smoke, but also like licorice.
August traces the seam of your lips with his tongue, asking for entry, you grant it to him. He pushes in, caressing your palate. He tilts forwards pressing you harder into the table, his grip on you tightens as he shoves his tongue deeper. Making sure to fill your mouth as much as possible. You hear him groan, a low and slow sultry sound. It makes your core throb.
He continues to plunder your gullet, shifting his legs to spread your opens further and dragging you by the waist onto his prominent bulge. He subtly grinds his hips upwards, pressing his tongue farther into your throat. You can hardly breath, your chest is hot and your core is begging for friction.
He pulls back, his tongue slipping out with a wet pop.
“Mmmm, you taste good Doll”
Your eyes are hazy, you can barely think. That felt good. You want more.
August moves to put you back beside him, standing up and walking to the door. He sends you a wink, a clear signal. You take a minute to recover, gathering your bearings. Ok, you can do this, you think. Just stand up and walk out to meet him. Yep, ok. You can do this.