He tried to ask her with his eyes why he was trapped in this room. He wanted to know why he kept dying here only to come back to life in this room again. He had to get an understanding as to why...
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...he was back in this damned room every time he died in it. Why does he keep waking up, standing with his back to the mirrored wall and couch? What is the reason for this room and the many deaths he had already suffered (or pleasured) in here?
Jason quickly jumped to his right to escape the possible touch of the vampiress and her familiar that he knew was behind him. He knew in his heart that at her seductive touch, he would quickly give in to her lust and his and die at her hands again.
He made his was around the large bed, giving plenty of room between himself and it as he headed for the table and two straight back chairs. He needed to sit down and think this thru. As he neared the chairs, he quickly remembers the last time he fell into a chair and what happened.
Jason turned his head over to the corner where the "wicker chair" was at and saw the spider succubus lying in her web. It looked like she was actually sitting in the wicker chair, but Jason knew better. Turning his attention back to the table and chair, he hesitated.
Could this be another deadly trap, he thought to himself. Where are the strings that are attached to this particular situation? He knew deep down that if he sat down in either one of those chairs, he would most likely be attacked by some demoness wanting to take his life.
He squatted down and looked under the table and chairs from a short distance. He couldn't see anything around the table or on the floor that could suddenly make an appearance. From his squatting position, he placed his knees on the floor and looked up at the ceiling and didn't see anything above the table either.
"I guess you won't be coming over here to attack me," Jason said, turning his head to the spider succubus in her web. "Your web doesn't seem to go across the ceiling so you can climb over me over here."
"No, my lover, my domain is confined to my web and that is only in this little corner of this world," she replied. She grinned at him and showed her sharp fangs that had paralyzed him before.
Jason turned his head away from that look of hungry lust that he detected in her eyes. He believed that staring too long into her eyes would have caused him to go back to her, just as he was about to do before with the vampiress. He may have enjoyed their bodies wrapped around his and their lust; but he still didn't want to die again and possibly never wake up again.
He looked back at the chairs and table and couldn't see anything that could possibly trap him here. Giving up on the possibility of the trap snapping shut before he stepped into it, Jason walked over to the chairs and pulled the one on the other side of the table out. Before sitting down, he touched the cushioned seat tentatively with his finger tip, making sure that it wasn't going to stick to his bare skin.
When he had pulled his finger back three times after touching the seat, he concluded that he wouldn't be stuck to the chair. He turned the chair so that he would sit with his back to the corner, facing the rest of the room. The square table was to his left at about mid-chest height to him when he finally sat down.
Jason could look around and see the entire room. Looking past the vampiress' succulent body and into the mirror's reflective surface, he could still see the seductive stare of the mermaid in the tub in the restroom. Jason turned his eyes away from hers and noticed the look of a woman's face forming in the glass reflective surface. The familiar was making her presence known again.
He watched her reflective face smile at him and her smooth tongue lick her lips in a delicious seductive move. Jason turned his attention away from her and toward the bed, the most dangerous object in this room, according to his gut instinct.
Jason couldn't understand why he felt this way, but he knew that lying down on that inviting bed would be his last action. The bottom edge of the pillows at the head of the bed just barely touched the fold of the sheets and blanket that covered the bed. The sheets that were showing were the same red satin, maybe silk, looks of those that were covering the mattress that he had in the center of the pentagram. The blanket looked warm and inviting to his chilled body, since he was in the buff as he had been since he started waking up in this room.
Taking his eyes off the bed, he saw the hole in the wall on the other side of the bed. He began to wonder if that may be the way out of the room. It wasn't very large. If he was to try it, he would have to get down on his hands and knees and crawl into it. It didn't look too inviting, but he hoped it would be warmer than the room felt at the moment.
That was when Jason suddenly noticed that his body was cold. It was the first time in this room that he actually felt cold in the room. He turned his head to his left to look at the wall in that direction. He wondered if there was a vent along the wall that was blowing a cold breeze on his back.
He couldn't feel a wind blowing, but the air behind him was very chilly on his skin. As he was looking around, he suddenly felt the front of his body feeling chilled as well. Concentrating, he tried to focus on where his body was the coldest at and noticed that his back and his chest were the coldest. Even his upper thighs were cold, but his shins weren't cold.
Jason thought maybe the breeze was blowing from above him and into the corner, making that air around him cool down quickly but not hitting his body directly. As he raised his head, he felt the gentle touch of something, not a wind, but something cold on his shoulders. It was a caressing touch that slid around his neck from the front to the back and ran up thru his hair on the back.