Between the Light and the Darkness Chapter 23

After tossing and turning for an indeterminable amount of time, he heard Ileeya's voice in his head. Tim! She's coming! Pretend like you're sleeping!

Obviously, she wasn't sleeping either. He lied still and willed his breathing to slow. He steeled himself to get through this, one way or another. He was going to have to do one hell of an acting job.

He was aware of a flash of light, which was bright even through his closed lids, then he felt like he was floating. It was the same sensation he had when Shirra had sent him back to the confinement cell the first time he had been at her dwelling.

He felt the softness of her bed under him and suddenly didn't know if he should wake up or if he was supposed to sleep during the teleportation. Quickly, he rationalized that the sensation of movement was fairly minute, especially through closed eyes. If he were in a deep slumber, like he would normally be that time of night, then he probably would sleep right through it. He kept his eyes closed.

"Awaken, lover," he heard Shirra's voice say. He took a deep breath, inwardly, and opened his eyes. When he first saw Shirra, standing there looking down at him, the lust in her eyes apparent, the first emotion he felt was hatred. Pure and raw hatred. But he smiled at her, imagining she were Ileeya.

Shirra smiled back at him and sat on the bed with him, putting her hand on his face. He tried not to wince at her touch. Afraid she would see the truth in his eyes, he looked away from her face and, grabbing, her hand, started kissing it. His stomach threatened to betray him, but he fought for control.

"Why is your hand shaking, Tim?" she asked.

Oh no! He hadn't realized his hands were shaking. He was sweating, too.

"I'm just so happy to see you," he lied. "I really missed you."

She seemed pleased with his response and he breathed a tiny sigh of relief. Of course, that was nothing compared to what he was going to have to go through.

"I missed you too, my darling. I'm so glad we could get together," she purred sweetly.

Tim hated her. Hated her for the things he had done to so many, including him. He allowed his anger to bubble over, fed on it, and let it take control.
He grabbed Shirra roughly by the shoulders and threw her down onto the bed. He pulled off his clothes and aggressively took her, taking out his anger on her. It helped him get through it, and she loved it.

Afterward, she lay curled next to him. He could almost pretend she were Ileeya, now, her body felt the same next to his. He forced himself to stroke her arm, she would expect some sort of display of affection. She fell asleep next to him, breathing deeply, contentedly.

Tim rolled over, facing away from her. He knew he wouldn't find sleep. Instead he wondered when he would be able to go back to Ileeya. Of all the men on all the different worlds, why him? Why did Shirra find the need to torment her sister? Was it for revenge? Revenge for killing her, well, trying to kill her?

He must have dozed a little himself, because he woke to the sound of voices. It was Shirra and Jondak, talking to each other. There was no mistaking Jondak's thick accent. Tim didn't move. He just lied there, listening.

"But I don't understand, Shirra," Jondak was saying, "why didn't you just take him from the beginning? Why wait?"

"Because, I wasn't interested in him until the little slut decided she was interested. I was too busy laying my plans. And now I'm laying Tim."

"And, how are your plans going?"

"They're going very well. Everything is going according to schedule. We can plan our main strike during the Grand Tournament. All the major land leaders will be there. No one will be expecting it."

"I don't suppose..."

"Ugh. What is it now, Jondak?"

"I was wondering...you said you'd give me my reward and it's been weeks."

"Yes. I'll give you your reward. But I promise you, you ask me one more time and you'll have to spend time entertaining my pets."

"I understand, Mistress."

"Actually," Shirra said, her voice dripping with sweetness, "how long has it been?"

"Mistress?"

"How long has it been since you did time? Hmmmm. Now let me think. Why, I believe it's been several weeks. You're way past due."

"Please, no. I'll do whatever you wish. Please don't send me again."

"Now, Jondak. You know better than to argue with me. Now. Since you're way past due, I think ten minutes is in order, don't you?"

"Please..." Jondak whined.

"Oh,very well. Since you did such a good job for me a couple of weeks ago, I'll only give you five minutes."

"But, Mistress Shirra..."

"Goodbye, Jondak," she uttered a few words in another language and suddenly Jondak was screaming. Not just screaming; but begging, whining, and whimpering as well. He sounded like he was being tortured.

Tim rolled over then, to see what was happening. He saw Jondak in the chamber beyond the bedroom. He seemed stuck to the wall, much like Tim was during the ritual. Jondak's arms and legs were spread, and he appeared unable to move them. He was frantically looking around and struggling to free himself. Tim couldn't understand what was going on.

Shirra turned to him, seeing that he was awake. "Mmmm. Hello, my love. You remember Jondak," she said as she indicated the screaming Irnaxxian in the next room.

"What's wrong with him?" Tim asked.

She sauntered over to him. "Nothing, really, but he thinks he's being devoured by demons. It's quite a vivid illusion." She straddled him and ran a hand up his leg. Tim forced a smile.

She kissed him deeply, her breathing quickened. He could feel her heart beat against his chest.

"Take me, Tim. Take me while he screams."

Like previously, he concentrated on the task at hand, trying to get through it convincingly. When her scream mingled with Jondak's tortured cries, she collapsed in a heap against Tim's sweaty chest. Tim pulled her hair back and bit her on the neck. Shirra moaned.

"No more my pet," she said breathlessly. "It's almost time to send you back."

"What about him?" Tim asked, indicating Jondak, still screaming in the next room.

"Oh. I almost forgot. Kehangti!"

Jondak slumped to the floor, curled into a fetal position, and whimpered.

"Aren't you worried he'll have a heart attack or something?" Tim asked.

"I've taken certain measures to ensure that no physical damage will come to him. I need him. I can't dispose of him yet. The most that will happen is he'll pass out. And now my sweet," she said to him as she ran her fingers through his hair, "dawn is fast approaching and we must get you back before you're missed."

Tim feigned a pout and got up to retrieve his clothes. Shirra watched him intently as he dressed. When he was done, she came over to him and embraced him. He hugged her back and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I do believe I'm falling for you, Tim. I'll be glad when I can get my business all wrapped up and you won't have to leave. It'll be nice to have you living here with me, fulfilling all my desires," he jumped a little when she grabbed his rear end. She giggled, "I'm going to miss you."

Out of curiosity, but trying to sound eager, Tim asked, "When will that be?"

"Soon. Just a few more months. But in the meantime, we'll just have to keep meeting like this."

"I can't wait," Tim said.

"Get ready," Shirra said.

Tim closed his eyes and waited.

Ileeya was sitting up waiting for him when he got back.

"I would ask you how it went," Ileeya said, "except I'm afraid to hear the answer."

"I don't think she suspected anything."

Ileeya kept her head down, "I didn't realize this would be so hard for me."

She got up then and looked at him. He could see she'd been crying. He pulled her to him, hugging her tightly. She clung to him, crying on his shoulder.

"I saw you, Tim. I didn't want to. I didn't even try to, but it just jumped into my head. You were...you were ...touching her. She was on top of you, and you guys...were, well, you know what you were doing, and you were smiling at her."

"Ileeya, I'm so sorry. I feel horrible.

"I wasn't prepared to see you looking like you enjoyed it. I don't know what I expected. I hate her. I hate her so much!"

"She doesn't have my love, Ileeya. Only you have that."

They went to their separate beds, too exhausted to push the mattresses together. What seemed like only minutes, but must have been at least an hour, judging by how groggy he felt when he awoke, the door was opened and breakfast was set inside.

They got up and stretched, yawning widely, and started eating. Neither spoke, and an uncomfortable silence hung in the air. A short while later it was time to go. The guard took them to their separate working areas and they started their day.

It felt strange with Ileeya, now, and Tim was happy to be in the field so he could have a chance to think. He hoped the awkwardness would go away. He felt bad that she saw them together. During the particular time Ileeya saw them, Shirra had been looking right at him, screwing him; he couldn't very well frown at her. What was he supposed to do? He wished there was something he could say or do that would make Ileeya feel better. If she hadn't been developing her powers, she may not have seen them. Damn it!

In the dining hall that day, Ileeya had a rare lunch without interruption. Jondak was nowhere to be seen. Tim hadn't even noticed Jondak wasn't in the field, he was so preoccupied with his thoughts. Rumor had it that Jondak was sick and spending the day in his cell. Tim had no sympathy for him. Absolutely none. In fact he was happy Jondak had suffered. The only thing Tim regretted is that he wasn't the one causing Jondak to utter those torturous cries. He was glad that Shirra had made him see the illusion for at least twenty minutes instead of only five as she had promised.

When they returned to their cell, they stood looking at each other for a time. They tried to talk at the same time, giggled and started over.

"I'm not mad at you, Tim. I just underestimated my own ability to handle it. If the vision had not popped into my head, I would have done much better."

"I don't even know what to say except I'm sorry about this situation. I'm sorry you had to see what you did. I'm sorry we're stuck in this damn cell and not somewhere else."

He sighed deeply. "I overheard part of a conversation between your sister and Jondak. The two of them are going to try and assassinate the major land owners during the next Grand Tournament. Shirra's basically trying to take over the world."

"How could she possibly do that?" Ileeya asked.

"I don't know," Tim said. "She didn't give any details. I don't even know what to do with this information. Should I tell someone? And, if yes, what should I tell them? That I'm a sex slave and I overheard my master talking about her plans for world domination, but I don't know

how?"

Ileeya cringed when Tim referred to himself as a 'sex slave.'

"I'm sorry, Ileeya, I wasn't thinking."

"It's okay, but we should definitely tell someone."

"No. I should tell someone. I don't want to drag you into this. It's not your burden."

"Are you kidding me?" Ileeya snorted, "Of course this is my burden. I live on this planet, too. Besides, it's my evil twin that's trying to take over the world. Not to mention," she said as she looked into his eyes, "I love you. We'll tackle this problem together."

How could he say no? They decided to do nothing until after his next visit with Shirra. Then he would try to get some more information out of her. They just wondered how long they would have to wait.