Page 16 of Teddy Bear

A green, woody branch grows out of the ground and tightly wraps around my arms. It's almost as if the earth itself is swallowing me up.

The cold on my nipples is reaching a critical point; my breathing is fast and shallow. I watch as the pink frost now clings to my stiff, hot skin.

Danny straps my forearms, completely pinning me down, and puts two more ice cubes over my nipples.

A little sunlight breaks into my dark and cold grave, touching my neck and lips with its warmth.

Danny watches with satisfaction as my body trembles from the strong sensation and then kisses first the pale skin of my neck and then the relaxed, open lips.

My copper-brown curls seem to merge and unite with the earth itself. They are no longer covered by a blanket of thick hoarfrost, but young grass, tender green leaves grow through them, illuminated by the ever-increasing sunlight and warmth.

In the area of my whole grave, around my body, grows a thick, young grass that turns its weak, light green, almost transparent bodies towards the sun.

The grass grows all over me, tickling me and covering every inch of my pale, porcelain skin.

It is gentle and peaceful, while I am in the serene, green embrace of fresh, newly sprouted plants. The sun weaves between us, between my motionless fingers wrapped in tiny tendrils, between my thick strands of hair now fully grown and tangled with weeds and grass, over my body which is now tightly wrapped around the tickling, and soft, green fingers of a new awakening life.

Danny kisses my whole body, bit by bit of my skin, caressing me.

The black earth around me smells more and more strongly, rough and woody.

I like that smell. For some reason, it’s reminding me of home, of a long-forgotten house where I was safe, of a fantasy world from which I was rudely awakened into a terrible, cold world.

I surrender and let the grass cover me all over. I'm not afraid of her intrusive and somewhat suffocating presence - I'm not afraid; in fact, I want to surrender, the way I've never wanted to before, serenely, calmly, willingly.

I want to be just a naked body, covered with the love of new life growing from the dead earth.

All tightly wrapped in small, fragile, green bodies, I notice the young plants begin to bloom, and fragrant pink buds appear on the branching, increasingly sturdy stems.

Their scent is intoxicating and strong, so strong that I begin to feel slightly dizzy and hot as my entire body is now covered in blossoming pink buds.

The twinkling stars above my head are getting brighter, and I can't take the intensity anymore. I close my eyes, letting the feeling of love and tenderness wash over me.

Now I am just a flower, illuminated and intoxicating, hot and full of poisonous, fragrant juices.

Danny kisses my lips hard as he lies on top of me. His fingers trail over my body all the way to my crotch and then slide inside.

Strong, intoxicating, almost poisonous smells make the air thick and heavy.

I can almost see the particles of air, densely packed before my eyes, cling to each other as the firmament grows darker and darker - from pink and bright purple to dull purple and then indigo blue, as the stars above my head, one by one, slowly fade.

The space becomes fresh and cool again, and the tender flowers and blossoming buds part their green fingers and slowly wither, returning to the earth from which they came.

Danny penetrates me in full erection.

Inexplicably, I can see through the thick layers of dead, black soil, quite clearly, another tiny grave right next to me.

Teddy lies inside, just as stiff and motionless as before. Even though he has no eyes, his gaze is all over me; I can feel it unmistakably. While equally helpless, I watch his tiny stuffed hand outstretched towards me.

The earth gradually starts to shake, becoming lighter and denser at the same time. It transforms and changes its shape; the dense black lump forms a male figure, strong and heavy, which is now whole on me with a black mask instead of a face.

Danny is on me and in me - his movements are powerful, almost wild.

There are no more stars in the sky. I am naked and exposed to complete darkness, heavy, black, and seductive. His presence is as dangerous as it is healing, as he wraps and squeezes me with his black fingers.

I lay motionless, allowing the earth man with the mask of night itself to lustfully take me. I feel his lusty, woody breath on my neck - the breath of the underworld and darkness itself. I feel it deep inside me, surrendering to its primal, rhythmic movements.

My whole body shakes from his force. I moan and sigh as I let him in deeper and deeper - I give myself completely to the mask from the darkness, from the earth, from hell itself.