Longlisted for Australian Writers’ Centre October 2020 Furious Fiction competition
“This is kinda romantic,” Callum said, nudging Holly. “A cabin by the lake. You and me…
“Tied up, waiting to die.”
“Well, I said kinda.”
They sat on the floor, back to back, wrists and feet bound, a band of rope pulled tight around their waists.
It was supposed to be a routine haunting. Holly would clear the spirit, and Callum would back her up. Except there was no spirit. Just an elaborate ruse by a pair of amateur Satanists looking to sacrifice a psychic to their dark lord. That’s where Holly came in. Only the idiots forgot the ritual candles and ran into town to pick some up, leaving Holly and Callum alone. Holly would laugh if she wasn’t so damn angry.
“You shouldn’t have come, Callum. They wanted me. Now we’ll both die.”
“We’re not gunna die. We’ve been in worse fixes than this.”
His pinky finger caressed hers, causing a familiar tingle to zip up her spine.
He was right, they had been in worse fixes. Like the time they were trapped in the basement of a condemned house with a furious spirit who sent Callum soaring across the room, splitting his head against a wall. He still carried the scar from that wound. It ran through his left eyebrow. Holly found it sexy.
“Can you wiggle out of the ties?” Callum said, bringing Holly back to the present.
Holly tried to move. “No. But what if we drop to the side?”
They rocked back and forth, falling sideways onto the fluffy white rug that covered the cabin floor.
“What Satanist buys a white rug,” Callum said, as he puffed the long pile away from his mouth. “I mean, blood sacrifices and white do not go.”
“Focus, Callum. Move around a bit. It might loosen the knot.”
They flipped and flopped like two fish beached on the sand until Callum squirmed out of the rope with a “Ta-da!”
“Give me your hands,” he said.
Something wet and warm ran along Holly’s wrist. “Did you just lick me?”
“Callum. Focus!” She tried to ignore the goosebumps that erupted across her skin.
“Couldn’t help it,” he mumbled, as he tugged on her ties with his teeth.
The second Holly was loose, she crushed her lips to Callum’s, kissing him hard and deep. He didn’t object.
She forced herself to pull away. “Later,” she said, through heavy breaths. “We need to go.”
They clamoured off the floor and darted to the door.
“Hang on,” Callum said as he dashed back inside. He returned brandishing a bottle of red wine.
“Is that their sacrificial wine?”
“They ain’t gunna need it now. Besides, they owe us. We can grab a pizza on the way home!” He flashed a dazzling grin.
“You are unbelievable.”
“That’s why you love me.”
“That’s why you’re lucky I love you.”
“To the moon and back,” Callum said, and he leaned over and kissed her cheek.
Holly smiled. “And then back to the moon.”
© Amy Hutton 2020