Late one night while I walked around the outskirts of the city to breath in some of the fresh night air and try to clear the remnants of the nightmare that woke me from my alcohol induced sleep gripping the sheets on each side of me with my hands as I bolt up right covered with sweat as the little girls scream in my head fades away, I realize it was just another bad memory that has come back to torment me.

I stroll around cloaked by the darkness barely able to see by the light of the almost full moon above me reliving the hell that spawned this nightmare of a loved one being hurt While I was locked away in some state owned dungeon unable to save her from the evil hands that hurt her.

A low growl of anguish and despair fills my throat as I picture her in her own hell begging me in her mind to save her and I grit my teeth and slam my fist into the concrete wall of the building I am passing by hoping the pain will override the thoughts flooding my brain.

I pull my silver flask from my boot and remove the cap with my hands shaking and lift the flask to my lips and take a couple of long pulls from it until the fiery two hundred proof alcohol makes me cough from drinking it to fast.

I stand leaning against the wall with my arms outstretched and my head down as I wait for the alcohol to take effect and blur the thoughts burning in my brain.

All is quiet with the exception of the sound of the crickets playing their songs back and forth to each other and soft wind that flutters through the leaves in the tree behind me, the cool air washing over my damp skin sending a slight shiver through my body.

Feeling numb now, I push off from the building and turn and walk back to my home hoping now I can return to a sleep that is empty of dreams and nightmares.

I arrive at my front door and open it, as I step inside I catch a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. Slowed by the effects of the alcohol, I am unable to avoid the butt of the pistol that crashed down at the base of my skull from the person who stands behind me.

A bright white flash fills my eyes as my legs give out sending me to my knees before falling flat on my face with a loud thud.

Minutes later as I come to with my head pounding from the blow, I open my eyes and as my eyes begin to focus I see a girl sitting in my chair holding a nickel plated pistol with ivory grips pointed at my head.

As I start to climb to my feet she orders me to sit back down. As I sit on the floor I begin to study her. She is dressed in jeans, a hoodie and wearing sneakers. Her skin pale but soft, I study her face highlighted by the bright red hair that sticks out from her knit watch cap like blood flowing from an open wound, almost angelic except for the hardened look in her eyes that seem to promise trouble to those who do not do as she says.

While I sit there watching her like a captive animal looking for a chance to attack its captor she orders me to my knees. I climb to my knees and she orders me to remove her shoes as she presses the cold steel of the barrel against my forehead. I begin to wonder what strange thought s are going through her head as I untie her laces and remove her shoes. I look back up into her eyes that seem to have mischievous twinkle to them and she orders me to remove her pants. I look at her confused and she laughs telling again to remove her pants again. Shaking my head slightly as I try to figure out what she is up to I unbutton her pants and hook my thumbs in her waistband and begin to slide her jeans down to her feet as she shifts her weight slightly to ease in their removal.

She steps out of each pant leg and slowly spreads her legs open like a flower opening in the morning sun revealing her soft pink lips that seem to glisten with dew drops in the light of the room.

I begin to wonder what her motive is as a girl as beautiful as her could have just about any man she wanted. She reaches forward with her other hand grabbing my hair and drags my face down to her sweetness as she orders me to taste of her.

With the barrel of her pistol pressed into the top of my head I comply with her wishes as I decide once I distract her and she gives in to the pleasure, I will have my opportunity to over power her.

I slowly run the tip of my tongue along the folds of her lips tasting her as my nose fills with her scent that begins to excite me. My hand reaches up and lifts the hood covering her clitoris as the tip of my tongue begins to flicker softly across it like the careful brush of an artist creating a master piece. I carefully slide my finger into her warm wetness and begin to move it in and out as I hear her breathing begin to quicken as she slowly begins to grind her pelvis into my face.

Faster I begin to flicker my tongue as my fingers move in and out in a steady rhythm. Her hands grip the hand rests of the chair as her juices begin to flow over my hand and down her thighs. The taste of her, like pure ambrosia begin to intoxicate me, trapping me between her legs even though the pistol is no longer pressed against my skull as she grips the chair with one hand while the other is pulling my hair hard keeping my face buried between her thighs as she rocks her hips back and forth.

I forget about my plan to over power her and escape as I drink greedily of her sweet tasting juices that coat my cheeks and chin as I try to drink every bit of her.

I hear the sound of the pistol fall to the floor as both of her hands pull my face hard against her. I hear her moaning and a slight scream as her legs begin to twitch and shake and she tries to push my head away. Hungry for her I press my face harder and ravage her clitoris all swollen and sensitive now as she begins to scream and arch her back pulling my hair hard with both of her hands until she reaches a climax.

She screams at me to stop almost begging now as she reaches wildly on the floor for her pistol and slams it back down on my head sending me backwards onto the floor stunned and unable to move. I watch in a daze as she puts her pants and shoes back on and run out the door still breathing heavily before I slip into unconsciousness, a sleep without dreams.