Dark Desires Never Die

The island in the center of Black Bayou known to the locals as Rubidoux Island stood silent as dark waves of murky water lapped at its shores. The island's only living inhabitant, Henriette Rubidoux sat in her room with the oil lamp by her bed turned down low.

She knew he would come. He always came and her latte brown body shivered at the thought of his cold hands upon her. A wisp of a breeze sent the room into darkness and Henriette steeled herself for what was to come. She heard his laughter echoing up through the chateau and waited for the heavy cypress door to creak open.

"Are you ready for me, my love?" the disembodied voice of Francois Rubidoux asked as lightening flashed over Black Bayou and thunder rolled through the cloudy sky. "Make yourself ready or things will go ill for you," he added in a menacing voice tinged with an old French accent.

Henriette felt the blankets being tugged off her trembling body and she clasped her hands over her breasts though she knew it would do no good. Francois would have his way with her body and there was nothing she could do about it. His hands pushed hers away to expose her hard nipples before she felt lips around them and teeth biting down until she gasped and yelped in pain.

"I told you to make yourself ready Henriette. I have no idea why you continue to defy me when you know it will only bring you pain." She heard him laugh. "But perhaps it is the pain you enjoy and seek from me." She heard his words in her head but felt the pain of his hand crushing into her groin in the physical sense. "Tell me how much you enjoy this pain I bestow upon you every night, Henriette," he teased with his evil laughter. "You must enjoy it or you'd make yourself ready for me as I request and arouse yourself with your finger to wet your femininity." His hand stretched her until she could take no longer and she screamed out in pain.

"Please stop this," she begged. "Why do you keep doing this to me every night?"

"Because you belong to me, Henriette, and I use all the things that belong to me."

"I don't belong to you or anybody else, you ass," Henriette snarled as she tried to shake his weight from her body. "This isn't the eighteenth century and people don't own other people any longer."

A hard slap connected with Henriette's cheek and she was certain she would see bruises there in the morning. "You are mine, sweet Henriette, just as this chateau I built centuries ago is mine and you will comply with my wishes willingly or suffer my displeasure as did your slave ancestors I took my pleasure with," he said and slapped her again.

Henriette began to speak a litany of words and Francois began to bellow. "What are you doing, Henriette?" he demanded and his voice sounded farther away from her room.

Henriette, heartened by his reaction, raised her voice until she practically screamed the words. "I banish you from this chateau, foul spirit. Return to the Abyss from whence you came and bother me no more. So mote it be."

Henriette continued to repeat the banishing spell she'd found in an old Grimoire until she could no longer hear the voice of Francois Rubidoux and she no longer felt his oppressive heaviness in the Chateau or upon her body.