The blonde shoved her down again and she felt every inch of the hot metal rise up into her, dragging her organs along.

Despite the pain, Sonja's curiosity managed to focus on the feeling of being filled, stuffed with something infinitely hard filling her up. Her inner walls of her vagina squeezed against it again and again, trying to push it out, but every squeeze sent a strange sensation of pain-laced pleasure through her body. The tightness in her chest only enhanced it, her body unable to escape the spit that fixated her.

The blonde sighed, “You can't be possibly getting off on this. No matter how much he corrupted you, no one could enjoy that.”

With a disgusted sigh, she released Sonja's head and grabbed her wrists. Pulling them up, she pressed them against the hot metal of the spit. Blood dripped down the shaft, to her lips, but Sonja could barely feel anything through the dominating pain of the spit and curling pleasures that filled her. Her wrists pressed up against the metal firmly and then stuck, refusing to move. She tried to look at them, but her vision sparkled with bright lights that spun around. The pressure in her throat and along her chest prevented her from moving her head, she was bound and helpless.

Her world spun around as she was picked up off the ground, the metal pole still pinning her in place. She felt the searing wash of flames underneath her as the spit was dropped into place. For a long moment, she stared out into the woods, then the spit started to spin. The squeak of the bracket filled her ears and vibrated down the entire length of the metal that filled her. Her legs started to drop toward the flames, but someone, probably the blonde ghost, grabbed them and pinned them to the metal pole like her wrists. Her body stopped dangling and just rode the spit as it turned around.

On the first rotation, she looked around desperately for Meris. Her lover's pale body was no longer white, but a bright red. Then it spun out of view as the spit continued to turn, searing her flesh as it rotated. Licks of flame burned against her skin as Sonja was turned slowly on the metal, nothing but a piece of meat.

Then, she finally caught the eyes of her lover. Meris' gaze barely held any consciousness left, a dim lust burning deep inside the gaze. Sonja felt a sudden sadness that she was losing her lover, even the hope of joining her wasn't enough to stop the tears from dripping from her eyes, sizzling as they hit the flames.

Her skin burned as the flames continued to lick at her, searing at her nipples and pubic hair. It left a bad smell in her nose, mixed in with the scent of cooking blood. Sonja tried to whimper, but it only left a tiny vibration along the pole. She felt it travel all the way down, pooling in her sex which almost glowed with a growing orgasm that refused to release.

Sonja squeezed along the metal, shivering with delight as it sent more pleasure through her body. Her mind felt foggy, disconnected, but she kept squeezing it again and again. Her orgasm refuse to come, but it kept rising higher and higher, contributing to the tightness in her body and the daze from the cooking flames.

Her eyes, barely able to focus, caught one last look at Meris. Her lover's eyes saw no more, just black void without life. Sonja's pleasure dripped away in an instant, leaving her feeling cold and helpless. She tried to resist her bounds, but with the pleasure gone, it just left a single bolt of pain to fill her.

The blond's voice drifted through her daze, “Ready to die, Sonja?”

Her mind felt fuzzy, unwilling to follow the thoughts except for trying to reach one last orgasm. The last memory of the pleasure disappeared with the flames and she spun around to see the blond's ruined eyes looking back at her. It scared her, not that she was losing Meris, but that they couldn't be touching for their final moments.

“When you die in this dream, you will die in your bed and he will never get you. He will never get out of this fucking curse of his.”

The words stopped Sonja. The pleasure crumbled and a desperate need to escape rose up. Sonja tried to struggle, but her body refused to move. It was too late. The dim force of her thoughts were wading through the gelatin of her heat death and she was helpless.

So very helpless.

The blonde stroke a hand across her face and she felt the seared skin respond. No passion or comfort came in that look, just the cruel hand of someone who hurt her and her lover. “Die, Sonja, die and never come back.”

Sonja tried to scream, her body squeezing tightly against the spit as she clung to her life. Then, the flames rose up and she felt her skin blackened from the heat. A scream rose up, higher and higher until a single whine of pure white noise.

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Sonja woke up screaming. Her body spasmed from the agony as she continued to scream, her hand clutching between her legs and at her throat. The scream poured out in a long noise and echoed into the icy-cold air, filling the room with fog. Finally, it ended and she gasped for breath, her hands still clutching to her body.

Her skin was cold and she glanced down at the t-shirt she wore to bed. Hoarfrost clung to every surface. Sonja shivered violently and brought up her hands, something wet coated the very tips. With a shaking hand, she reached over and flicked on the light. The yellow bulb hissed for a moment, melting the ice that had formed over it, then popped violently, a flare of brilliant white that left her blind and in the dark.

Whimpering, Sonja threw herself off the bed. Her bare feet slapped against ice-covered carpet. She ran into her closet and tugged on the light, praying it wouldn't pop. The light flooded the walk-in closet, hissing as the snow melted but the light remained.

Still whimpering, she clutched herself and started down at the streak of red that ruined her shirt. Shivering violently from the cold, she let loose a long breath that left a plume of fog to fade. Her hands shook even more as she dipped between her legs and brought up blood-smeared fingertips. She swallowed and felt a roughness in her throat. She tasted more blood on her lips and she gasped for a long moment.

Fear filled her and she backed up into the closet until the drywall pressed against her back. Sinking down, she crouched into the corner and stared at the blackness of the door into her room, one hand between her legs and one against her lips, trying not to think of the blood that dripped out of her, slow and steady.

The flow stopped after a few moments, but she remained in the corner, huddled. Footsteps came down the stairs, ragged and hurried, and the door opened blocking the closet door. “Sonja?”

It was her mother. Fear kept her silent as her mother stepped further into the room, holding herself.

“My god... why is it so cold in here? Is that... blood? Sonja? Sonja!? SONJA!?”

Her mother's scream rose up in the room and Sonja whimpered from her corner.

The bedroom door slammed open and her mother threw herself into the closet. “Sonja! Are you okay?”

Real concern, the first sound of compassion Sonja heard in a long time vibrated in her mother's voice as she was pulled into a tight hug. “Oh baby, are you okay? What's wrong? Is that blood?”

Sonja couldn't answer, but she slowly wrapped her shaking hands around her mother. It felt nice, for once, being held by her mother. Her mother was hot and protective, shielding her from the cold. The hoarfrost on her skin shimmered and started to melt as she felt their combined body heat melt it.

“Sonja? Sonja?”

“I... I'm okay.”

“What happened? Why is so cold in here?”

Comforting lies started to come out, but the look of real fear in her mother's look stopped her. “I... I... I had a nightmare, mom.”

Gweneth's eyes danced as she stared into her daughter's eyes, then the relief filled her and she pulled Sonja into another hug. “Oh baby, I thought someone hurt you.”

“I-I'm okay. I'm really okay.”

“We need to get you warm, it's freezing in here.”

Sonja hesitated, somehow not wanting to come out of the cold. The ice had always been protective of her, she didn't know why it was hurting her now. “O-Okay.”

Sonja let herself be pulled to her feet and they walked up the heavy stairs into the kitchen. For a moment, half-way through the steps, her mother paused and looked back at the workshop with a frown, but a shiver through Sonja encouraged her to continue back up the stairs.

Bustled into a chair with a heavy blanket from the living room, Gweneth busied herself making a pot of tea for the both of them. She disappeared into the living room again and came back. “The thermostat is blinking error, it must have kicked in the air conditioner or something. I'll have someone come and look at it.”

“Okay.” It was too hard to come up with anything else. Sonja was still dazed from her nightmare.

Her mother worked her way around the kitchen for a few more minutes then sat down. When she spoke, it was in a softer, less concerned voice. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Sonja shivered and shook her head. “No.”

“Please? The last time I heard you scream like that, you were eight.”

Sonja rubbed her fingertips, feeling the remains of the bloody tips between them. “No.”

“Is it between you and Meris, your friend?”

Looking up, Sonja felt a frown starting to growing on her own face and forced herself to relax. “What do you mean?”

“Well, its obvious that you care for her. And you were suspended last night for attacking people, no doubt to defend her honor.”

“And...?”

“Well...” her mother took a deep breath, “maybe you shouldn't spend so much time with her.”

She stared at her mother for a long time before speaking. "No."

“What do you mean ‘no'?” Her mother's voice gained the dangerous tone to it.

“I mean no, I won't leave Meris alone for you or anyone else.”

Her mother sighed, “Honey, I know you think you love her, but this is just a phase. When you leave high school, you'll go your separate ways-”

Sonja snapped back in the middle of the word, “No! I won't leave Meris! Not now, not later! I will not leave her alone!”

Her mother paused for a moment, collecting herself, “Please don't yell.”

Shaking her head violently, the blonde ghost's words ran in her head. She whispered, staring down at the table. “I can't lose her, mom, not now and not later. I... I love her so very much.”

A hot hand pressed against her own. “I know, honey. There is a time when all of us love someone, but I'm afraid that you are just going to hurt someone if you keep this up.”

Sonja felt tears forming in her eyes, “Are you telling me just to leave her? Just like that? When she needs me the most?”

“I'm not saying that-”

“Yes, you are.”

An annoyed grumble filled the kitchen, “No, I'm saying that you need to stay away from her, when you go back to school. Finish up the year and don't make waves. Come home and stay here, keep your head down. There are things more important than lust and this is one of them.”

Sonja stood up, letting the blanket drop to the ground, “I'll be damned if you will make me lose her, mother,” she spat out the word, “and I'll be damned if anyone else tried to take her from me.”

Her mother started to rise, “Sonja-!”

Stepping forward, Sonja's hand came up and slapped her mother very hard. The sound of her mother's ass hitting the chair again filled the room with a loud thump noise and Gweneth stared up in horror and surprise. Slowly, she pressed a hand against the red mark forming on her cheek.

Sonja took a short violently breath. “You will never take my Meris away.”

Sonja stormed out of the room, down the hall and toward her car. Her last word echoed in the kitchen: “Ever.”

>>3820 End of chapter 22