Resist

Somehow, you summon the mental willpower to say a very quiet but definite word. You're not sure if your lips will even make the sound. Your whole body is still burning with need, and the effort of saying it makes you feel sick, but nonetheless, you do.

No

Mike looks up. Clearly surprised for a moment, before gaining control of his face, and laughing to himself again

"That is....., disappointing."

He takes a moment to choose his words __

"You had such potential"

Hearing your own voice defy him though, is somehow emboldening.. it feels like some of your desire falls away. And even though the second time you just whisper the word under your breath, the next No.., feels 10 times easier.

You can tell your body is still aroused, even now you can feel more clearly the warmth and wetness between your thighs, but its somehow less critical, and definitely less directed at Mike. Actually looking at Mike makes you feel a little sick in itself. His skin seems blotchy and confused, his face less powerful, and suddenly uglier, and cruel.__

What did you do?!?

He laughs again, but this time, much deeper and longer. If the previous laughter was aimed at you, this feels like it's just for Mike himself.

You don't know what happens now, but you decide you don't want to hang around to find out, and start running to the door. You feel like if you can just make it up the stairs, everything will be ok. Everything has to be ok.

Its not so far, perhaps 5 paces to the door, then 20 up the stairs, and then freedom.

Mike is still laughing, You can do this. You're already out the door, back into the cold, torch in hand. It hurts this time rather than feeling good, but you think the cold has also woken you up again. Whatever the fuck is going on here, you can leave and never come back. Or come back with a bulldozer, or an army, when youre stronger.. Your muscles are screaming again, this time with simple exertion, but youre so close.

10 steps...... you can see the light through the doorway

8 steps.... the laughter has stopped, but he must be far behind you

5....

3..

That's when the door slams shut in front of you.

Its so cold. And again beyond the aura of the flames, so dark.

Your torch is flickering smaller.

You dread turning around, it feels like an eternity but somehow you do it anyway. At that point you can't tell if the torch goes out, or its your vision that goes black.