Reap What You Sow: Chapter Four

Baldwin made it rather difficult to pack. She kept throwing me down and raping me again. Not that I didn't like it. She had a definite bounce in her step as she led me and all of my belongings to her own place. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought Frieza gave up his own lodgings for her.

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked. She looked back at me casually, going about her business. She lit a fire, curled up on a couch, and rested. It was frustrating not to know my own situation, so I tried a different approach.

“Why are you lying down over there when we could be in bed?” I asked. Her eyes snapped open and I couldn't help but smirk.

“Please?” she said hopefully. I nodded and she ran, expecting me to follow. She's insatiable. No man could ever hope to get it up as often as she wants to, but she's patient. I guess she's had to learn it over the years. I went down the hall she had and toward the open door with light pouring out. She was already half naked and smiling.

“Hang on.” I said as she kissed the crook of my neck.

“Hmm?”

“Please tell me what I need to know.” I said, lightly tracing my finger down the dip of her spine. She shivered and lost control over her mind, which I have come to find is the cause of the bombardment of my own.

“Not fair . . .” she pouted. I stepped away from her in warning. Her eyes widened. “Okay, ask me.”

“Why is Frieza obeying you? Why are your thoughts so . . . bleak and unsettling? WHAT ARE YOU?” I asked in a whisper, our faces close. I waited for ages for the smirk I knew would come.

“Raddy, my dear, I don't think you are prepared for that knowledge.” She said darkly. She gathered my hands, so much larger than her own, and kissed them. I jerked them away.

“I'm a grown man. You're not going to blow my mind.” I said. She sighed and sat on the bed, motioning for me to do the same. I humored her. She looked at me with those ethereal eyes and held me there.

“Do you know who Ingeta was?” she asked, her accent thicker than ever. I nodded.

“From our religion.” I said. “The dark, negative being who created shadows to represent his own kingdom.”

She nodded. “He betrayed the one you worship.”

“I never worshipped anything.”

“Right, well, whatever. The point is that all religions in the universe has a light and a dark. This is real, Raditz. How could it not be, to be repeated so vastly?

“You all have your favored variations, but it remains. There is light and dark, reality and shadow.” She said.

“What are you getting at?” I asked.

“Whatever you may call me, I am what I am. I am Ingeta, Mara, Satan, Lucifer, Drajjal, and Beelzebub. I am the only thing, living or not, that Frieza fears.”

I stared at the floor, unable to comprehend. I never, ever believed that there was anything like her in existence. From all that I had seen, I believed we were alone. I looked back at her expectant face. It didn't bother me much at all, it just took a moment for it to settle. I was sleeping with the universe's negative entity.

Not evil. Not ever evil. I knew well by then that my lover was not evil. But she was dark. She was not light and comforting.

“I never asked to be this, Raditz. We only are. If you only understood . . .” she said, her eyes sad suddenly as she shook her head. I stared at her. Here was this age old being, wise and miserable, and she was feeling badly because she couldn't explain her own wretched existence to me. I reached out for her, stroked her hair, kissed her. She even tastes good. I massaged her tongue with my own, she moaned into my mouth, and we fell back onto the bed.