You're on your way home from taking some pictures of the moon when all of a sudden you get the feeling you're being followed. You look around and see nothing. All you can think about is why the fuck you went to the graveyard; all you wanted was some alone time to think about him.
You increase your pace as your anxiety increases and as soon as you enter your house, the feeling disappears. You smile as you wonder why the hell you freaked out in the first place. Then you just laugh, the laughing becomes a little maniacal, but you can't help it. You close your eyes and picture him; him holding your hand and laughing along with you.
As you head down the hall and into your room, you find your old teddy bear on the floor. You scream in pleasure and as you bend over to pick it up, you feel a sudden warmth building behind you. You grab the bear and quickly turn around to see the face of him. You blush at the sight of him - the mere image of him distracting you from the thought that you're seeing things - and hug the teddy bear whispering "I love you...". You run into your room and hop onto the bed, dreaming of him.
You quickly drift off to sleep, still clutching the pillow. All of a sudden you hear him say, "I love you too..."
You still being sleepy, just smile and kiss the teddy bear. Then you hear Him again, except it's not quite him. The Voice is slightly deeper, and the sound resonates in your mind. Your heart starts to race as you try to wake yourself from this nightmare. Everything seems so surreal, so you get up and check the hallway. You see Him, standing there. You cry as you realize you have no choice but to follow this wherever it may go; you approach Him, and look up into his eyes. His eyes are the darkest of black and you become lost in the depth and beauty of him.
He takes you in his arms and whispers, "I've been waiting a long time for you my dear Anna."
You feel this sudden coldness take over, the sensation pulsating with life; nothing can describe the pain that sweeps your body. As soon as it comes, it flees. He takes you back to your room and lays you down on the bed. With every touch, your body lights on fire. The warmth floods your body and you feel something that only He can make you feel: desire.
The control takes your breath away. You blush at the thought of how much power He has over you. Whatever the thing is, you are utterly surrendered to It. The Voice speaks again, and you feel the warmth and chill of it seep through your bones "Anna, darling, you have released me, and I am yours till the gates of hell are opened."
His words have such power over you that you feel a rush of heat in parts yet unexplored. You are not ignorant of this feeling as you have thought of him many times in your dreams. He is your god and your highest reverence, but you have never felt something this strong. A moan escapes your mouth and you feel the Thing shudder. His grip on you tightens as you feel the heat rising. You feel the wetness soaking through your panties and the Voice speaks yet again, except this time His voice is nothing like him but a dark and otherworldly voice, "My Anna, your body freed Me, and I will now free you. Your body will feel nothing it has ever felt before, you will feel what it's like to be Mine. This body is his but I am whoever you want till then end of time. You have no need to speak, only enjoy the pleasures you feel."
As He continues, you feel the bond between you grow. You feel His strength and the fear He instills in you only makes you want Him more. You want Him; you want to feel Him inside you. With these thoughts, you feel Him touch your lips. First with His fingers, then with His lips. You shudder under Him, and you can soon feel Him climb all the way on top of you. The longer He is on you, the more you want Him to finally claim you. His fingers trail down your body, and He pulls your shirt up over your head.