“Don’t be afraid, come on.”
“You think I won’t do it?” she asks.
Tentatively, she pushes her hand toward Waylen’s chest. Her hands are sweating and she can feel the needle piercing his skin. He doesn’t even wince as the needle slides a fraction deeper. Is he not afraid?
Perceiving her hesitation, Waylen moves deliberately as if to stop her. Wide-eyed, Leilani holds her breath and stares at the needle protruding from his chest. Waylen smiles serenely, then grabs her hands and stabs the needle deep into his chest.
“Are you crazy?” she screams.
Mechanically, she pulls the needle out of his chest. How naive she was to think she could fight such a ruthless devil! Waylen smirks at her and nibbles her shoulder.
“I said I was going to punish you, and I’m a man of my word,” he says.
A breeze from the window rekindles the smoldering carpet, and the flames begin to flicker again. Her entire body aches and trembles.
“What should I do to punish you?” he asks against her collarbone.
The feel of his lips on her skin and the overwhelming effect of the spilled candle make her body soften to him. His low voice is like a spell bewitching her; it seems impossible to move. He tosses the quilt onto the carpet to quell the flames, and gives her a hungry look. Then he collapses on top of her.
Powerless to push him away, she feels trapped beneath his body. Despite the heat, her face has gone deathly pale. She closes her eyes and desperately bites her lip, ready to suffer whatever blow he decides to give. She waits and waits. His weight on top of her makes it almost impossible to breathe.
“Is he trying to suffocate me?” she wonders.
She wiggles an arm out from underneath him and prods his back. He doesn’t respond. She tries again—nothing.
“Has he gone through all this trouble just to fall asleep on top of me?”
She calls his name and tries to wake him. Her voice echoes in the large room, but Waylen remains unresponsive. She gathers all her strength and tries to push him off of her, but he doesn’t budge. A horrible thought enters her head, and she begins to panic. What if the needle pierced his heart? What if she’s killed him?
She takes a deep breath and forces herself to calm down. She reaches for the phone and manages to grasp it. She tries to make a call but her hands are shaking too badly and she misdials the number. After several tries, she gets it right.
Charles answers on the first ring.
“Leilani?”
“Charles, I think I killed someone.”
He’s driving and slams the brakes; Leilani can hear them screeching in the background.
“What? Who did you kill?”
He can hear the panic in her voice, and it makes him anxious. He wants to help her immediately.
“I stabbed the needle in the ring into Waylen’s heart.”
“Have you checked to see if he’s still breathing?” Charles asks.
Leilani could kick herself. In her panic, she didn’t even think to check his breath. His chest looks motionless so she places her hand in front of his nose. He’s breathing, but faintly. She sighs with relief.
“He’s breathing, but only barely.”
“It’s OK,” Charles says, “He’s probably just in shock. The needle likely hit a nerve. Do you need me to come over?”
“No, I’ll call Dr. Walter.”
When Dr. Walter arrives he pulls Waylen off of Leilani and flips him onto his back. He listens to Waylen’s heartbeat and lowers the stethoscope with a nod.
“His heart is fine, but he didn’t sleep last night. He’s just in shock. Don’t worry, he’ll wake up soon”
“He went the entire night without sleeping?” Leilani wonders, “Did he wait for her all night?”
Leilani gives the doctor a perfunctory nod. The side-effects of the candle are starting to kick in and she feels low-spirited and sick. Dr. Walter glances at the broken candle, the mess on the ground, and the unusual blush on Leilani’s face.
He fiddles with his stethoscope and avoids eye contact as he says, “It’d be better if you used restraints next time.”
“What?”
“Sometimes people go in shock when they are overexcited.”
Leilani pushes her fingers into her temples. She doesn’t understand what he’s talking about.
Dr. Walter coughs awkwardly. He’s envisioning a scene of aphrodisiacs, role-playing, bondage, and hot wax, though he never would have suspected that Waylen enjoys such s.e.x.u.a.l games.
“Well, as you know, it’s very common for couples to pursue more intense stimulation and pleasure,” he explains, “But these things should be done carefully and gradually. This much borrachero is quite dangerous, and as you can see, Waylen overexerted himself.”
Leilani wants to correct him, but she’s too embarrassed to know where to begin. Dr. Walter starts to speak again, “You need to take medicine after inhaling this much borrachero. It’ll calm your system within an hour, but you can soak yourself in a cold bath if you want it to work faster.”
Leilani gratefully takes the medication. She calls Robert to tend to Waylen and returns to her room. Despite David’s medicine, she feels weak and sinks into a cold bath. Submerged in the icy water, she feels her restless blood calming.
She reflects on the day. Her risky actions will only have irritated Waylen even further. Even the most clueless observer can see that he loathes her. It should have been easy to get him to agree to a divorce, but her provocations seem to be having the opposite effect. She knows he hasn’t fallen for her. No, it seems that torturing her drives him wild.
“The man is a sick devil!” she says aloud.
Her phone rings, interrupting her revery.
“Charles?”
“Is he all right?” Charles asks.
“He’s in shock, but he will wake up soon.”
“How about you? Are you OK?” Charles asks with concern, “Could you come to the hospital tonight. I need you to sign your nanny’s new treatment agreement.”
Meanwhile, Waylen wakes with a raging headache.
“Mr. Bamford, you’re awake!” Robert says, offering to help Waylen out of bed.
“Back off,” Waylen growls, “Where’s Leilani?”
“She ordered me to take care of you, and then she left.”
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