Dreams to Fire chapter 12

No wound of mind will ever heal with only time.

After a few dates, Jenna believes she knows him. But to truly know someone, a person must look past how many hours they’ve clocked together, beyond matters of flesh, make way into the mind, then dive into the heart, to somehow reveal the soul.

He’s such a nice guy. And so cute. God I can’t wait. Let’s see, protection, guy I actually like this time, and am I ready and willing.

Jenna sits next to him, on the couch in his motel room, a bit nervous but still confident. This is their fourth time together, three more times than usual for Jenna. They finish eating a delicious home cooked dinner. “John, I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but, I like you. I mean really like you.”

“And I like you Jenna. Did you have something in mind?”

Jenna looks him up and down. “Yes.”

“And what would that be?”

“I wanna put on a show for you. A ‘private’ show. Our private show…” She leans in and kisses him.

He returns the kiss, and as far as Jenna can tell, it’s real. Quietly, he says, “Do you give yourself to me. Will you let me have you, however I desire?”

“Oh yeah, give it to me,” she giggles, “You deserve it, you’re such a nice guy. And nice guys deserve nice things.”

“Just like sluts deserve slutty things.”

“What?”

A needle stabs her in the leg before she can realize what’s happening. John’s voice is no longer a nice guy’s. He is something that sends fear into Jenna’s reeling mind.

“You have no idea what you’ve let inside. You’re all the same. No control. No respect. No love. You just give your bodies over like it’s no big deal. You’re just another slut, in a long endless assembly line of sinning sluts. It’s time to go to sleep little slut. And when you wake, you will put on a private show for me, where I’ll gladly: ‘Give it to you.’”

Jenna tries to scream but his hand is over her mouth. She tries to get up, but can’t—the fast acting drug already taking affect throughout her petite body. She fades into the darkness of his enforced slumber, becoming a ragdoll victim in the hands of a capable madman. Who’s murdered plenty of times before.

Below the surface of social awareness, beyond where society is permitted to look, something is slowly arising into a position that will become obvious before all, a bubbling that will become irrefutably real.

It hunts him for over two weeks. It’s had the thought to use the “usual” channels of justice. Gather evidence, get the suspect arrested, taken to a court of law, all that.

But that’s not enough.

It has written extensively on the matters of crime, law, and evil. But It awaits for the perfect time to release such challenging words.

The tough questions difficult to directly address are what It craves to dive into. Where there should be investigation and revelation, It sees them bath in the disgusting waters of distraction and degradation. Making money instead of making changes.

It likes to imagine questions, from whatever source, and play devils advocate in It’s own mind. A question and answer day-dream session with skeptics, nay-sayers, and pessimists. A place to freely explore possibilities, freed from distractions. All done in It’s head first, where the the i-magi-nation may run free and wild.

Its finalized one of these day dreams into a letter. A letter that is unedited, unapologetic, and challenging to the extreme. A letter awaiting the right person, at the right time, for the right reasons…

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