Diary of an Alligator Queen by Winter Reid

Author:Winter Reid [Reid, Winter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-19T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

The Drinking Dream

His movement wakes me and the light has changed once more. It’s dawn or sunset, I’m not sure which. He pulls my head down to the side, and I cry out as my neck opens up again. Not the entire wound this time; only part of it. He licks at the opening and it hurts a little less. Then he takes his teeth to it and it hurts a lot more. My body goes stiff and I push against him with everything I’ve got, which isn’t much at this point. After a minute, I realize that I can’t feel my legs, or my arms for that matter. My head is getting fuzzy and I can’t tell if I’m too hot or too cold. I sigh, and it seems like too much work to breathe in again.

His fingers push hard against the joints of my jaw, forcing my mouth open so he can press his skin against my lips. It’s wet, and I know what the wetness is. I know I don’t want it. I try to close my mouth but he won’t let me. Prying my eyes open, I can just barely see the outlines of his face in the darkness, like charcoal on black paper.

I can taste his heat, the salt and copper that pours from his wrist. It floods my mouth, running out at the corners but I don’t swallow. Finally, he takes his wrist away and pushes my chin closed, tilting my head back so that the blood pools at the top of my throat. I hold it there, breathing hard through my nose. He takes his other hand and strokes the front of my neck, trying to force the reflex. I start crying again, and some of the blood leaks out from between my teeth, my lips, and rolls down to coat his fingers.

He growls and pulls me up away from the wall of the hole, slamming me right back into it, and I swallow without meaning to. I cry out loud then; not because it hurt, but because of what I’ve done.

I hear a noise, soft and gentle, and I realize that it’s him and that the noise is meant to soothe me. He’s stroking me again, running his fingers over places he hurt. He presses his forehead into mine and it’s an apology. We stay that way for a moment or two, breathing the same air, and his hand comes up to my jaw again, squeezing it open.

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