Sixty-three / SECOND PART

Two days later I was very well installed in Benjamin’s room, without being bothered by his three wives. Here was my corner, my nest, which for some reason was the only corner of the mansion that brought me that feeling of being at home.

I feel like they’re hiding something from me, or lying about the surgery I did. They say it was dehydration, but I’m sure I fed better than I should have. Anyway the answers will only come tomorrow. Iris, Kaila and Julie left before I arrived, promising to keep their promise to their master, to bring the wizard to him.

The reason I brought Hector is still a mystery to me, but I suspect it might have something to do with Falkor.

"Maybe I can get some information out of Benjamin..."

In a short blue satin sweater, I leave the room in a hurry starving to death, believing that I will not be seen with that little clothes walking around the house.

I go down the stairs, pass through the hallway of the rooms and soon arrive in the kitchen spotting some apples on the counter.

— Serves! — I take the round fruit wishing it was a huge glass full of blood.

I take a bite, like someone who turns their eyes imagining a burger in place just to keep the balance.

"Why is everything so quiet?"

No Vincent, no Piter. Since I came here, Benjamin has been running from me, avoiding any kind of dialogue that lasts more than three minutes. He doesn’t look me in the eye anymore and he won’t let me near him.

"Is there anything wrong with me?"

Almost three months without sex, without being touched by anyone. No wonder I got turned on when I met Adam. My body is so desperate, that any pretty face already makes my legs tremble.

"Although that guy is pretty hot!"

I’ll never forgive myself for not having sex with a blond like that. Just remembering his smile and muscular arms.

— Fuck! — I grumble alone, feeling my breath out of control. — Stop, stop right now, Mila Clifford! — quarrel with me, going to the bedroom. — Control yourself!

I don’t know what’s more ridiculous, talking to yourself, or looking like a crazy nymphomaniac.

CELLPHONE VIBRATING

— Oops! — I catch a distant sound in the corridor of expensive paintings.

CELLPHONE VIBRATING

The device emitted no sound, but was clear in the power of its vibration.

The closest room to me is the library, which leads me directly to it noticing that its doors were ajar.

CELLPHONE VIBRATING

"It’s coming from in here!"

Last time I came in here, half the furniture had been destroyed in a fight that the Greek god and I had. I am impressed that everything is already in perfect condition, considering that some furniture smelled new and were not in the same place as before.

— Where is it, where is it?

The lights were off, but the sun was barely shining in here. I could see without any problem, but with the lamps on it would certainly be better, since I felt in a horror movie.

Right, left, right, left and no fucking phone.

CELLPHONE VIBRATING

Only then the noise begins to guide me through the library, taking me to a corner I did not know yet.

The floor shelves were replaced by more shelves on the walls, which only further raised the height with which they stood from the floor. The small ladder that runs down the track facilitating reach, has now been connected in the last row of books. Books that were arranged alphabetically starting from the bottom up. From "A" to "Z".

Seven to eight meters high.

"It gives you goose bumps!"

CELLPHONE VIBRATING

— The cell phone!

I go back to reality, running into a really weird business.

— U—a ladder? — I don’t remember having a ladder here.

New, or not yet very strange to have a spiral staircase hidden at the bottom of the room.

"Bizarre too, it was my audition getting here!"

Black and old iron, in front of a window with no opening, and next to another shelf with more books. She was there, mysteriously hiding revealing to have a floor above.

I put my hand on the railing and climb step by step, oscillating my eyes on what was above me and what was below as well. The sound of the vibrator continues to guide me, until at the last level, I am surprised by what I never imagined.

— Fuck...

That house can be a thousand times weirder than mine.

As if the basement with the three girls wasn’t enough, the gigantic library lived up to all that craziness.

Whenever I decide to get out of bed my curiosity leads me to stay in an endless up and down, discovering places that even those who live here should not know exists.

"I’m sure if I poke around just a little bit more, I’ll still come across more oddities!"

— O—hi... it’s dark.

There are no windows here.

"What if there’s a hole in the ground?"

I don’t see anything and the device doesn’t vibrate anymore.

Then, like a light at the end of the tunnel, the angels hear my help making the phone light up in the darkness.

— I found!

I take the device on a kind of velvety cloth and soon look at your screen without worrying about what was around me.

— H—Hector! — whisper.

Yes, the wizard, yes.

— Wait...

I refuse the call and I realize something I didn’t even realize.

"It’s Benjamin’s cell phone!"

I drag my finger over the screen and turn on the flashlight of the phone, shocking me with a nightstand and a lamp. I bend my body looking for the button, until the meeting making it illuminate what was actually an attic.

"A tiny attic, with a rug and pillows on the floor, plus —"

— B—Benjamin! — my eyes widen.

That’s right.

Wonderfully calm in a deep and cozy sleep, the Greek God found himself sitting on a beige two—seater sofa, his butt on the edge of the upholstery and his head thrown back into the backrest.

His thick and highly strong thighs were drawn in dark grey sweatpants, where the cloth marked the volume of his sleeping member. As my eyes ascended dating the entrances of his belly, I could feel my intimacy moisten when I saw his abdomen naked and firm, having few by those who stamped their rigid masculinity. One of his arms had been used to bend behind the back of his neck, using him as a support, or a way to stretch comfortably.

Now I understand why he never leaves. He’s quiet, dark, silent and alone.

CELLPHONE VIBRATING

The fucking phone vibrates again and consequently I jump seeing that Benjamin remains motionless.

— Damn! — I grumble putting the device in airplane mode.

That’s not right, he’s not like that. From the time this shit is vibrating, he would have woken up long ago.

— What—what is that?

Medicine, a little yellow bottle with pills inside and his name printed on the label.

"They are for sleeping..."

Something very serious must be going on for this man to take medication just to get some sleep. I can’t even imagine how big his problems must be to be resorting to this.

I leave his cell phone next to the pills and then I go back to your body, touching your cheeks sweetly.

— Ben... I muttered as I caressed his face.

"I don’t want to scare you!"

— Hey... I call him seeing his face wrinkle. — wake up...

"Why didn’t he lie on the carpet?"

— N—no... he grumbled low.

Perla my younger sister, was always giving me this kind of work. She loved watching television until dawn and when I did not put her to bed, she woke up in the morning all aching.

— Come, please! — I ask taking his arm from behind your neck.

He moves on the couch, refusing to leave.

— If you keep this up, you’ll wake up in horrible pain later!

Her eyelashes vibrate slowly and her blue eyes stare at me, even if drugged and sleepy.

— M—Mila... you said looking at me.

— O—oi! — I reply by running my fingers through the strands of her black hair.

— Lay with me, my love...

He makes that request with a sweet and seductive voice, leaving my body ecstatic.

— Come and warm me up...

I could easily fall for your little game, but I know it’s the meds talking for him.

— No, I can’t!

The minute I reject him, his head throws itself back into the back of the sofa, causing him to nap again.