My Demons

The ice crunched under my boots as I walked up the cobblestone path towards the cabin. My body shivered as the wind rushed past me, each step harder and harder to take. Why the hell do I continue to meet up with her? I hate her. Does she know how disgusted I am with myself for how she makes me feel? And yet, the sex is so damn good. We have been meeting secretly in these woods behind the graveyard for a year. I should be creeped out. Not only by how I let her use me, but also by the fact that it is always in the graveyard. But all I can think about is her hands on my body. I am such a fucking slut. As I opened the door to the rundown caretaker’s cabin, something felt off. She had lit candles all around the room. The smell of incense wafted out the door. She never puts effort into our sessions. Why now? I look around frantically.

“Emily,” I called into the room. She wrapped her arms around me from behind as she shut and locked the door.

“Right here, little one,” she whispered in my ear. I attempted to pull away and turn around. She held me tighter. I tried not to let my fear show.

“Something special planned tonight? The candles are lovely.”

“Oh yes. Something very special planned.”

She ran her hands up my arms to my neck, wrapped her fingers around it, and squeezed,...