My future didn’t look very promising: I would be in solitary confinement in a beautiful house, in a deserted gloomy place that looked like a frozen field in the middle of nowhere, until Ed decided to pay the amount of money he owed to Jimmy Moon for his physician licence. The funny thing was that the offence took place around 1790. This is what happens when you spend your time with supernatural beings: it’s crazy festival all the time.
Jimmy kept talking with his threatening voice.
- Ed will try everything to rescue you. If he does and I catch him here without the money… he’s finished. –he said, making a cut-throat gesture-. I will visit you from time to time, just to check that you’re still here. My servants will bring you everything you might need. Is there anything else I can do for you?
- Yes. You can set me free.
- Nice try, but no. I won’t.
- Could I have just one more thing, then?
- Speak. –he nodded-
- I presume I can’t have a laptop and internet connection, supposing you know what that is, so I’d just like to have a notebook and a pencil, if it’s possible. I’ll die if I can’t write.
- Of course I fucking know what a laptop and internet connection is, Leni! I may be decrepit, but I’m not stupid. But it’s impossible to have that here: This is the eighteenth century. Welcome to the Age of Reason.
The Age of Reason? My arse! Looked like it was The Age of Madness and Insanity instead.
Jimmy took a small notebook and a pencil from a cabinet and pushed them towards me on the table. Then, he drew an imaginary circle in the air with his fingers and finally vanished in the air. I really worried about Ed.
I looked at myself and saw in total amazement how my black robe and torn miniskirt were getting blurred, slowly disappearing and being replaced by peasant woman’s clothes.
A nightgown-like chemise made of white linen, a black corset and a full skirt with multiple petticoats underneath suddenly materialised on me. Under my skirts, I had knee-high stockings held with garters. My hair was tied up into a bun that I undid immediately. I looked like a country girl... of the eighteenth century! And I was even wearing wood clogs! I collapsed on the floor in fright.
I took a deep breathe, held it, then released. I had to do that four consecutive times before I could calm down and think properly. When I recovered, I poked around the kitchen cupboards, where I found a coffee maker and some sweet tidbits. I decided to indulge myself and forget my ordeal preparing a delicious cream coffee with foam and chocolate flakes. I sat on the rocking chair by the fireplace, wrapped myself in the patchwork blanket, sipped from my hot coffee cup and started thinking. I had traveled in space and time, or so it seemed. What a mad world.
I found a book on a shelf: “A woman’s life in the sixteenth century Elizabethan Burdishland”, by Meredith McVitie. It consisted basically of unceasing labor, revolving around husband and family; but they started managing the household, running farms and home businesses.
And some funny anecdotes: women rode astride in these days, not side saddle. And what was even more shocking to the rest of the countries: they greeted visitors with a full kiss on the lips. The ambassadors were shocked. Foreign visitors wrote home to their friends, saying ‘Come’. This was quite different to what I always imagined them to be like. This was probably lost history, and as per the author's opinion could be considered as women’s liberation at an early stage.
During the 18th century, the Age of Reason changed some rules. Intelligence and reason were admired. Education was extended to the women of the upper and middle classes; however, science and philosophy were meant only for men. Women were offered training in skills like music, drawing, singing or painting; very useful disciplines for modern life. But a seed –that would result in the revolutionary feministic movements- was being planted. That was probably Ed and Jimmy’s time background.
I was distracted with this reading when suddenly I spotted an empty glass bottle at the kitchen and had a hell of an idea.
I took the pencil and a piece of paper from the notebook that Jimmy had given to me, and wrote:
I’m dead scared. I don’t even know where I am. Jimmy Moon said if he finds you here and you don’t pay what you owe to him, he will do something horrible to you. So please don't look for me.
I rolled up the piece of paper as tightly as possible; put the cork into the bottle; rushed to the door and left the house. It was terribly cold outside. A persistent thin chilling rain was falling and the mist laid low about the house and over the fields.
I walked towards the river, kneeled on the riverbank and made sure the bottle floated. Then, I dropped it in the water, expecting it would reach Ed someday and quickly walked back to the house to do the hardest part: the waiting.
I blew out the candles and laid in bed. I covered myself with the blanket and suddenly felt a presence near me. I didn’t dare move to see who it was. I could just see what seemed to be the silhouette of a man wrapped in a black cape. I covered my face with the blanket, as if that could save me the panic. I felt some weight on the mattress. He lifted the blanket on the other side of the bed and approached me radiating intense warmth.
I was drawn to him and couldn’t resist getting closer, yet we didn’t touch each other. The bed was so warm I couldn’t believe it. The closer we got, I realised we would touch some part of our bodies at any moment. Suddenly my right feet gently bumped into his leg. You guessed it. It was not an accident: I did it on purpose.
- Sorry –I whispered-.
But no, I wasn’t sorry at all. I just wanted to hear his voice but he didn’t say anything. I couldn’t see his face and didn’t dare to get up and light a candle. So I had to use the rest of my senses. I felt a familiar fresh scent of grass, wind, sea waves and it brought to my mind a memory of sandstorms.
I plucked up my courage and reached out my hand to touch his face. His lips felt familiar to me, so sensual and soft. As I touched them, he kissed my fingertips. I withdrew my hand, shy and scared, but delighted at the same time.
I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was smiling in the dark. Deprived of sight and sound, I explored his body with my hands: he had big forehead; long nose; pronounced chin; long soft hair. I stroke his chest and ran my fingers down his belly, down his thighs, deliberately avoiding the most sensitive parts of his body. Then he took my right hand and placed it where he wanted me to touch him. I was nicely surprised. He was terribly hard, and that excited me big time.
I pulled my hand away and rolled onto my side. He got closer and spooned with me. He actually held me so tight from behind that there was not an inch of my skin which would not be in contact with his skin. I felt his breath on my neck and shoulders tickling me very softly. His lips brushed my left shoulder sweetly. He pushed my hair to the right side and licked my left earlobe.
I started moaning quietly. I didn’t dare to make any noise. He licked my hairline too and that was good enough tot make me moan loudly again. He cupped my right breast and I sighed deeply with pleasure as his left hand rested innocently on my pussy, not doing anything. Not yet.
I was so wet. I felt his stone hard dick rub the gap between my buttcheeks. He pressed himself against my back and left a wet trace on my lower back.
I moaned again and turned my face to see him, but I couldn't. It was pitch-dark.
- Who are you? -I asked-
Then he whispered into my ear:
- You’re disappointing me, Leni. Can’t you recognise my dick in the dark?
I turned back immediately and faced him.
- Ed! You got my message in the bottle? Jimmy won’t set me free unless you pay him. And he will kill you too. Have you got the money?
- I got your message, but I don’t have the money. I came here just to speak to Jimmy. I’ll ask him to set you free and I will take your place as a hostage.
Emiliana Torrini “Sunny Road”