Deirdre lay in silence and shame, her blood soiling
her sheets and her rapist’s cum dripping from her sore pussy. Why couldn’t he
have killed her before he left? At least then she wouldn’t be experiencing such
guilt. Why did she have to enjoy him? She knew many women that fantasized about
the daemon. But no woman would have wished for him to just take her innocence
under threat of death and then leave. She was drowning in her heavy thoughts
until she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.
Wrath appeared in the halls of the court of
judiciary daemon. He walked briskly to His office. He burst through the doors
in anger. His master stood up in surprise at the rude entrance. “What is the
meaning of this, Wrath!”
“She was innocent!” Wrath roared back.
“Who was innocent?” His master looked confused.
“Deirdre, the woman you just sent me to kill. She
could not have cheated on her husband when she still had her mark of innocence
and no ring of belonging!”
“That is troubling,” the sage justice daemon settled
back into his chair, “The person who requested her death was not lying however.
How can there be two truths?”
“He lied somehow,” Wrath snorted.
“Could her runes be false?” His master questioned
him.
Wrath looked at the floor. “No, her runes were not
false.”
“Were?”
“I was overcome,” Wrath stated sheepishly, “Never
before have I seen a mortal as beautiful as she, she was a virgin when I
arrived at her apartment, but not when I left her.”
“Fool! Do you know what you have done? Taking an
innocent? You must make this right!”
“Kill me now as I give myself to your justice” Wrath
knelt on the ground.
“Stand up!” The master fumed, “I am not going to
kill you. I must think of what we can do. Go now and protect her, she must not
have more wrongs done unto her because of your weakness. You may have a mortal wife
if I cannot come up with a better solution.”
Wrath bowed before his master and left his office.
He materialized again at the corner of the street by Deirdre’s apartment
however he was not visible to the mortal eye. In his mind he was watching her lie
in her bed. She looked confused and miserable. He was angry at himself, but
more so he was angry at the position this false vision had put him in. He was
still tired; he sat down and rested against a fire hydrant. Wrath let himself
drift into something similar to sleep that daemon use for rest. Regardless he
was still vigilantly watching Deirdre.
Deirdre woke up midway through the next day. She
looked at the clock on her night stand. She had slept through all of her
classes for today. Maybe last night was only a bad dream she wondered. She sat
up in bed and felt soreness in her pelvis. She frowned, it was not a bad dream;
it was real. Her reddish brown sheets stained with her dried blood were further
evidence. She fumbled her way to her bathroom and into the shower. She turned
the water to as hot as she could withstand and stood under the spray where she
began to cry. When she felt calmer, Deirdre nearly emptied a bottle of soap
onto a cloth and began scrubbing her body. The immortal’s stench clung to her,
stuck inside her nostrils, constantly reminding her of him, it was bittersweet.
He was erotic and repulsive to her. She gingerly washed between her legs. It
stung and though she wanted to wash inside of herself she dared not to for the
pain.
After her shower she wrapped herself up in a large
soft towel. She numbly sat on the edge of her bed, hugging her pillow, staring
at the mess on her bed. Suddenly her telephone rang. Meekly she answered the
phone.
“Deirdre! You never made it to class!” The voice on
the other end answered.
Deirdre sighed, her fiancé Donovan, was the last
person she wanted to speak to. “I wasn’t feeling well today.”
“You should go into the infirmary and be looked at,
a nasty virus is going around.” He was worried.
“It is nothing like that” Deirdre’s voice trailed
off.
“Oh? Well I missed you. Am I going to see you today?
Will you be up for some dinner?”
“I would rather not. I think at most I am going to
go for a swim.”
“When you aren’t feeling well?” Donovan sounded
doubtful.
“I actually think the exercise will help,”
“You certainly love torturing me. Did I tell you I
miss you yet?”
“I am sorry” Deirdre could feel tears start to well
up. “Look I need to go. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Deirdre let the phone drop to the floor after
hearing the line go silent once Donovan hung up. She buried her face in her pillow
sobbing. How was she going to explain her loss of innocence to him? He would
never believe that an immortal stole it from her. His first assumption would be
that she cheated on him, even though it was an incomprehensible idea. Cheating was
an obviously poor decision since her infidelity would be proven due to the rune
of innocence’s disappearance. When he first penetrated her she was overcome by
the painful sensation his cock caused that she hadn’t at first noticed the rune
flare icy cold. The cold slowly dissipated and it was soon gone.
The rune’s purpose was to deter women from behaving
whorishly. Perhaps he would believe she was raped, but he wouldn’t believe by
an immortal. Would he want her after all this? If he couldn’t love her through
it, it would be hard for her to start over and meet someone. Women who had sex
unmarried were horribly outcast by society but sought out by the scum of that
same society. It was a wretched double standard that men could love many women
but when a woman did the same then she was a slut.
The swimming excuse to not see Donovan today did
seem like the perfect activity to keep her mind off of things. She was on the
swim team before she started going to the university and swimming was relaxing
and stress relieving. There was an indoor pool a block away that was never
busy. At this time of day, she likely would be swimming alone. Deirdre began to
dress and once finished grabbed her swim bag. Looking backwards at her bed as
she began to leave her room Deirdre saw the mess of her bed again. Turning back
she ripped the sheets and blanket from her bed, took the pile with her, and she
stuffed it into the washer in the pantry near the front door. She turned the
water on, “Thank the gods for white sheets,” she mumbled as she poured some
bleach into the machine.
Deirdre pulled her collar up as she walked into the
reception area of the pool. An ugly old man was at the counter. She could not
make eye contact with him and quickly showed him her membership card. He nodded
and she scurried to the changing rooms. She stripped quickly, her hands were
shaking. Deirdre stepped into her bathing suit, a simple black one piece. Walking
into the pool area she was relieved to see there was no one else swimming.
Deirdre dove into the deep end and started swimming strenuous laps.
Deirdre did not notice two young men also enter the
pool area for quite some time while she swam. Upon her seventh lap to the
shallow end, Deirdre stood up to catch her breath. She saw in front of her two
pairs of bare feet. She continued to look up and saw the two young men smiling
down at her.
“That’s quite a work out,” one stated, a sturdy
looking blonde.
“Do you swim for a team?” the other, a lithe
brunette with blue eyes asked.
“I used to. Were you watching long?” Deirdre shyly
stated. She was thankful her hair was clinging to her neck and chest covering
where her rune would have been.
“Oh well we don’t mean to come off creepy, but we
have been here a while. We were very impressed and didn’t want to interrupt.”
The blonde answered. “I am Randy and this is Sam.”
“Deirdre,”
“Nice to meet you, do you mind us swimming too? We
actually want to try out for the university team and this pool is closest to
us.” Sam added.
“It’s fine,”
“Maybe you can give us a few pointers.” Randy
interjected.
“Oh I think I might be leaving soon.”
The two men lowered themselves into the pool and
Deirdre felt uncomfortable at them coming closer but so far they seemed
friendly enough. “Don’t leave just because we are here.” Randy stepped closer
to her.
Deirdre was getting anxious and she started to twirl
her hair, a nervous habit. She realized her mistake as she had uncovered her
neck. Quickly she tried to cover it up again but the men took notice of what
she was trying to hide. Randy reached out and took her hand, the hand that
should have had her ring of belonging. “Do I make you nervous?” His demeanor
shifted, he was no longer a fellow swimmer, no longer on an equal basis, he was
predatory.
Deirdre tried to take her hand back, “Why should I
be nervous?” Her voice wavered as she noticed Sam move around to her back.
“I don’t think she is nervous Randy, I think she can’t
handle waiting any longer.” From behind Sam moved one hand to her throat
pulling her hair back and the other move to cup Deirdre’s breast.
Deirdre struggled to get away from him and Randy
quickly stepped forward grabbing her by her waist. “My ring is with my clothes!
Please stop!” Deirdre lied desperately.
“No woman takes that ring off.” Randy mumbled as he
moved in to kiss her neck.
Sam’s grip on her breast was painful and his other
hand moved now from her neck to between her legs. Randy had one hand at Deirdre’s
neck holding her still and the other hand was loosing himself from his
swimshorts. Deirdre struggled against the two men as best she could, she tried
to keep her legs tight together but Sam’s fingers were strong and prying. Tears
started well up and this time Deirdre felt zero desire for the men accosting
her.
“Take your hands off her!” A voice boomed from
behind Randy.
Randy and Sam both stepped back in shock. Deirdre
sloshed through the water away from them.
“We weren’t doing anything that she hasn’t already
done before.” Randy started.
“Silence!” Wrath hovered over the water towards
them. He drew his sword.
“Whoa!” Sam and Randy both gasped at once and tried
to get away from Wrath. Deirdre stood at the edge of the pool in terror, but
she managed regain herself in order to climb out the pool before the swiftly reddening
water reached her.
Wrath moved to her side. “I will not hurt you. Let’s
get you home and safe.” Deirdre did not know what to think and her mind
especially whirled when she was without warning in her bedroom with the daemon.
