Hollow: Hollow Duet: Part 1 (The Hollow Duet) by DD Prince

Author:DD Prince [Prince, DD]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

8 – The Morning After

“I’ll be back for you, Isabella.”

The words rang through my dreams. My eyes bolted open to light, filtering up into the loft from below.

I sat up with a gasp. I was alone.

Naked and alone.

Immediately, my heart sped up, my shoulders tensed, and I braced, trying to prepare for any possibility. The night before had taught me that what I’d deemed impossible wasn’t, that logic may have had a place in typical life, but it couldn’t be expected to be everywhere.

I strained to listen for a long time. Hearing nothing but nature sounds, I began to take stock of my body. I was sore between my legs. I threw the heavy down duvet back and saw a streak of blood between my legs on the off-white bedding.

It felt surreal. The loft space seemed greyish, colorless, yet the streak of blood was vivid crimson.

My dress and bag were on the floor with my jacket, bodysuit, my bra, and my panties. And they were all folded in a pile beside my boots. Folded? No care like that was taken last night.

I crawled on all fours to the edge of the bed and craned my neck to peek over the wooden gates, which were closed but not latched.

Nothing.

No fire, no movement down there. It wasn’t cold in the space I was in. The temperature the night before signaled a pending snowfall, maybe heavy frost at least, but definitely not hot and balmy weather. The temperature in here without the fire going felt hot, like a summer’s day.

I got into my bra and underwear, my socks, and then pulled the bodysuit on and threw my dress over my head. I got into my socks and boots, so I could be prepared for anything.

There was no sign of my ruined tights.

I jolted in place and lifted the hem of the long, black, gauzy dress up. My leg... the gash from my thigh? It was gone and, in its place, a reddish burn. It was the shape of puckered lips. Not feminine, but I knew. I knew it was from when he kissed the sizzling spot and made the burning sensation stop.

This wasn’t a burn last night. It was an open wound.

I flexed my toes and rolled my ankle. No pain. No swelling in my ankle at all.

I looked at my hands. They were still a little scratched up, but not nearly as bad as I’d expected.

I blinked hard. I rubbed the back of my head, finding no bump, and gave my head a shake in disbelief. Sliding the gates apart,I then turned, and shakily climbed backwards down that ladder.

Everything was dim, light filtering through the windowpanes.

No one was here but me.

I went to the door and twisted the knob, heart rapidly smacking the inside of my chest so hard that it also echoed with pounding in my throat.

No sign of him outside within my field of vision. Leaving the door wide open, I turned back to face the interior of the cabin.

The silver chalice sat on the floor, almost against the chair, where I’d left it.

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