Nathaniel was just eighteen years or so aged, I don't know correctly, when he has it with me for the last time. By then we both were quite acquainted with each other's bodies but that last experience was also as much better as other times. What all I did not know then was it was going to be the last time.

Now also I am remembering how he did that to me on that day exploring the depths inside me. I have become a woman by then and I enjoyed it completely. I completely satisfied on that day.

My God! What this is! Why I am remembering all these incidents? My body is full of uncontrollable urge. Unless I have it in full and complete now I cannot get rid of this burning desire. Once again I am getting a doubt whether I am a sexual maniac.

Now, quite involuntarily I am remembering about Chuck also. Nathaniel and Chuck, even they both were different in nature, they satisfied me to the maximum. However much bad that Chuck was, he satisfied me no less to that Nathaniel. My god! How much I enjoyed in his hands!

I want to get rid of all these bloody thoughts now. I am not liking suffering myself with these type of sexual thoughts. There are so many other important things that I have to concentrate and think about. I put the book in the place from where I have taken it. Now I am intending to go out of the library.

I am about to take a step out from there but I cannot move. It is just like my feet are glued to the floor there. What is happening to me? I cannot understand. I am feeling now that someone clutched me strongly from the back. I am terrified. Why I am feeling like this again? First in the bathroom, then in the bedroom now in the library also. I want to wriggle out from that hold but I could not. I am not able to move any of my organs. Even more surprising I am now feeling its breathing also on my neck.

"Is it is Nathaniel?" did I ask or just I thought I have asked that question I cannot understand.

"No, Chuck" but I have heard the answer so clearly.

"Chuck, you died with a heart attack."

"I died of course, but I am still in existence. I became a devil."

Am I really hearing him or imagining just like that? I cannot understand. I never believed in devils upto now.

"But you cheated me. You said you have got divorce from your wife. But it is not so."

"She is lying. That is not true."

"You did not say to me that you were married."

Am I talking or just imagining myself that I am talking!

"You have not asked me specifically whether I married or not."

I am confused. I want to be relieved. I want to go away from that place. I am feeling his breath on my neck. Whether it is devil or not there is no doubt that it is Chuck Watson.

"Chuck, please leave me. If it is true that you loved me leave me now. I don't want any association with you.'

"I cannot. I have come for you specifically. I know that you do love my doing it a lot. You do need it now."

"No, I don't want it. In the first place I don't like you. Leave me."

My body is burning for that but my psyche is quite against it. How I can forget how Chuck cheated me?

There is no answer from him but his hands are moving frantically on my body. Now I am lying myself on the floor. In fact that devil is making me lie. I can understand what he wants to do with me now. I remembered the rape I got on the double cot in my bedroom. Is it is going to be like that? Was it Chuck then too? But this time the style and everything is just like Chuck's. What's the difference is I just cannot enjoy it mentally at all even however much my body is appreciating the same. The rascal, the scoundrel how I can let him touch my body again? But making me more and more depressive it is just happening on me now.

I am feeling completely free and the weight on me is just vanished. I am trying to get up and go away from there but there is no strength left in me.

***

"What book you have selected to read in the library?" Viola is looking into my eyes and asked the question after hearing everything so clearly from me.

"Celestial Bed." I said. I can guess what Viola is going to deduce now from the input of information from me.

"I think it is written by Irving Wallace." Viola said while looking into my eyes meaningfully.

"Of course you are right." I am getting irritation. This Viola is not even a little bit helpful. I cannot understand whether she is my friend or enemy.

"I read that book once before. I think you also have read that book. We both have had a discussion about that book in the past."

"You have good memory power." I sarcastically said.

"Then....." Viola is trying to say something but I ruthlessly cut off. "Now I can say what you are going to say. Because of my reading that book, such sexual material, I have imagined like that. Nothing more than that."

Viola hissed out heavily and remained silent looking into my eyes.

"But to your information I did not read any in that book. I was about to read and the experience started on me." I am thinking why I stopped reading that book? All the sexual memories invaded on me creating an uncontrollable desire and forced me to put it back in its place. Except for satisfying my urge, I could not think anything else then. Was it the reason for my experience in the library?

"You need not read that." Viola said. "As you have read that book before itself, your mind brought all the narrations in that book onto surface. That does have the desired result."

"I read that book a very long time before and I have not remembered any of it at that point of time. Now also I can remember only very little of it. Then how my mind put forth the narrations etc. in that book?" even a part of my mind is supporting Viola's version, I cannot agree with it. An experience such life like cannot be an imagination.

"You are thinking that you have forgotten whatever you have read in that book. But your subconscious mind never forgets anything. So it puts forth...."

"Ola, will you please shut your bloody mouth?" I yelled loudly. "How ridiculous it is appearing that your saying just because of my reading or remembering that book, I have imagined all that? If you are thinking like that and if that is the final opinion of you for the experiences I have had, I don't need you anymore. I can go to any other psychologist." I angrily said.

Viola got off from the chair she sat and came near to me. She put her mind on my shoulder and squeezed it there.

"Just tell me again Dazzle, to whom you do go if I don't take your thing in the way you want?"

"Another psychologist or a psychiatrist." I said looking into her eyes.

"What a psychologist or psychiatrist does? What exactly psychology means?"

"A psychologist or psychiatrist treats the psychs. Psychology means studying of the minds."

"Right." Viola nodded her head and slumped beside me. "So our knowledge and studying is limited to mind. It does not go beyond that. Whatever you may say I just try to see that basing on the knowledge of psychology I have obtained so far. I cannot say whether it is because of some supernatural or unnatural. Because those are not my subjects." She paused for a moment and saying while I am observing her intently. "All the other psychologists and psychiatrists also do say the same thing to you. Because both those categories only study mind."

"Then to whom I have to go now? To an exorcist? Or to a sorcerer? A black magician?" I am in confusion. I am seeing some sense in what Viola said also.

"Oh, my god!" Viola hissed out heavily. "Before doing anything like that, tell me do you have belief in such type of things?"

"I don't have belief in such type of things until recently. But as I have been continuously exposed to the experiences like these I am forced to believe in devils. Once I am forced to believe in devils I am started to believe in these types of things also."

Now there is silence. Viola is seriously thinking. I know that she is suffering a lot because of my suffering. I am about to say something but before that Viola said. "There are no such things like devils and supernatural things Dazzle. They are just myths. In the same way black magicians and sorcerers are also just false. A waste of time. Don't give yourself to such types of weaknesses. What you are feeling are just hallucinations Dazzle. You can be cured. Don't worry too much."

"How I am going to be cured? What you are going to do to cure me? Did you already brand me as a psychological patient?"

"It is really very difficult to deal with you Dazzle." Viola is saying. "You yourself are saying that you are suffering from peculiar unwanted experiences. But you are not ready to agree that you are suffering psychologically."

"I never agree that I am suffering psychologically." I angrily said.

"Then why you are having such type of experiences so far?"

I remained silent while staring at Viola helplessly. I just don't know what to say. I am slowly seeing the meaning in what Viola is saying.

"You are my best friend Dazzle. You are not just my friend you are my life in fact. You helped me many a time and because of you I am now in this position."

I opened my mouth to say something to Dazzle but she impatiently waved me off.

"Let me complete Dazzle. I came here just because my subconscious mind is continuously saying that you are in danger. I am thinking that there may be a connection between your experiences and my subconscious signals."

"You do believe in your subconscious signals. Then why don't you believe in supernatural and devils?"

"I believe in supernatural and devils also Dazzle." With a small voice Viola said.

"You just have said that there are no devils and supernatural and they are just myths."

Viola hissed out heavily again and started saying. "Yes, I don't believe them easily. But it is not so that they are not in existence at all. But I am not going to agree with their existence that easily. Of course, I am having a doubt that some supernatural is playing games with you."

"Is it Chuck then?" now I am seeing some useful and in line with my opinion in whatever Viola is saying.

"Chuck died with heart attack."

"You need not say me that. I am thinking Chuck became a devil and came on to me." I angrily said.

"I know what you opined Dazzle. Ordinary human beings cannot become devils and come to us that easily. It is something else and acting like Chuck. If there is really any supernatural behind your experiences it is not Chuck. It is just acting like Chuck."

(..........to be continued)

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