Pleasure rippled through her, something deep inside of her felt ravenous. She drank him in. Thousands of butterflies dipped and dived in her stomach. She closed her eyes so tight colors exploded behind her lids.He pulled nearly all the way out of her and then pressed in.A quiver of anticipation shot through her, wrenched her passion higher yet until the feeling built deep inside her and she reached for it. He stopped all of a sudden.“No, no!” she whined in protest.

She couldn’t believe her eyes as she walked closer to the mirror…She could feel her heart rising and falling as she reached a hand towards the mirror…to touch him but she only touched the cold surface of the glass. She hurried to put on the light but then he was gone. Now, she was confused…Odin!”“Hello, my lovely,” came the familiar voice very close to her ear but she still couldn’t see him.

That night, as usual, Rashidat was waiting in the room, waiting for him. Her father had retired for the night so it was just her in the darkness. She had purposely put off the light while she waited for the wall-clock to chime 12:AM.While she paced, lots of doubts began to find a way into her mind...what if he never showed?All of a sudden, a strange breeze filled the room, causing lots of things on the desk to clatter to the floor. "Rashidat"His voice gave her goosebumps and she turned around to take a look at him. He was sitting on her bed. She walked towards the switch to put on the light but in a flash, he was he pulled her away. It was so sudden that her breath caught. The next thing she knew was she was on the bed while he was standing close to her."Do not put on the light," he growled."Why?" she inquired."Becuase," he said quietly. "I do not want you to see me like this..."She frowned and stood up. She walked

Rashidat watched as the woman knelt down, holding the soaked cloth in between her palms. She was positioned in a way that as she held the cloth, the blood that dripped from it, dropped on the dead man's forehead and all the way to his lips. She threw her head back and began to chant in a foreign language.It started really softly at first, but then it intensified as her voice grew stronger and louder. The candlelight began to flicker.The woman did not stop. As she continued, Rashidat thought she saw the shadow of someone bypassed her...her heart ceased. She intensified her gaze and realized it was nothing.As the woman continued. Another shadow ran across the room and a mighty wind started, scattering everything in the room.Amidst this noise, Rashidat began to hear lots of strange voices, some were loud, some were just whispers. She couldn't pick anything but she heard a faint voice, calling, her name."He's calling my name!" she sho