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|JUST ONE LAST TASTE PART 5|
After a few minutes the pain resided and Maya tried to lift herself off the couch again. With her eyes closed, she clutched the side of the couch and pulled herself up. This time she was able to pull herself all the way up, even though she still could feel the pain pulsating through her head. While Maya was sitting there trying to get herself together, she could hear yelling in the distance. Curious to wear it was coming from; Maya slowly lifted her head and looked around the room. The room was dimly lit; she could see that the walls all around her were covered from one end to the other with bookshelves filled from the top to the bottom with books. She noticed that he couch was in the center of the room and it rested upon rectangular carpet that had various colors of red, black and gold coursing through it. Adjacent to her was the door and beside the door was a small computer table with a rolling chair. She noticed that he door was slightly ajar and that there was a light spilling through it. Again, she heard the yelling and shouting and she realized that it was coming through the door. Determined to find out what was going on, Maya grabbed the side of the couch again and slowly lifted herself up to her feet. But no sooner did she take her first step that she felt herself falling back down to the couch.
Still leaning on the couch she made a grab for the bookshelf and caught it just in time before she hit the floor. Holding on to the shelf she steadied herself and slowly started making her way towards the computer chair that was close to the door. As she walked she noticed that the books on the shelf were worn and faded by age. The lettering outside of the books were of some kind of ancient language that she had never seen before. She was tempted to pick up one of the books and just open it to see what she would find inside, but knowing time was of the essence she put the thought away and made her way to the computer table. As she got closer to the table she could see light spilling in from the crack of the door. The closer she got the computer table, the more she was able to see two figures standing boldly in front of each other looking very angry and frustrated. One figured was Armand, Maya breath was taken away again as she looked on him. His body was taunt and hard, he wore an angry expression across his face and his eyes were blazing gold. She stared at him and with each minute that went by she could feel herself growing more attracted to him. It was almost as if they were drawn to each other by some invisible force. She was the moth and he was flame
and it took everything in her to keep from bursting through the door and jumping all over him. But wait what was she thinking? This was the man who tricked her into coming to his apartment. This was the man who slammed her up against the wall and kidnapped her and this was the man who locked her up in a darken room and left her to have some weird experience from God knows what. She didn’t hate Armand with the intense passion that she did earlier, but she knew that even though she was attracted to him she couldn’t let herself trust him and somehow or another she was going to pay him back for what he did to her. She then looked closer to the other figure and noticed that it was an elderly lady that looked like her grandmother yet, there was something different about her. She was still slightly plump with milk chocolate skin and she had the same long gray hair that had streaks of silver highlighted through it. She remembered her Grandmother’s face being kind and loving, with big brown eyes that were caring and full lips like hers. This woman who said that she was her grandmother looked much younger and her face was no longer kind, but stern and her eye’s were no longer black, but were amber in color. Defiantly, each figure stood in front of the other both yelling and chastising the other. Realizing that she was still holding on to the bookshelf, Maya slowly quietly pulled she chair from under the computer table and sat down.
She still felt very weak on her legs and she was grateful to have a place to sit while she listened and watched to the two beings in the other room through the cracked door.
“I can and I will! Make no assumptions Armand you may be over all others, but you are in my realm DO NOT TEST ME!” spoke the Old Lady in a soft voice, but you could feel the power behind it.