The Sax Man

Long ago in this miserable town near the Opal River, Despera, a lovely name to give a town that’s now heading to shambles once was not under this state of desperation. At that time there visited a man with splendid musical skills who came upon this town to visit the shabby old pub we call Shady Oak’s. The Hostess of the pub, Angelica, would await for the visitor’s arrival so she can hear him play his bronze saxophone under the dim lighting she was so proud of.

Angelica used to say that his music was magical because it soothes the whole town’s temperament and puts them in a sweet slumber. There were times she tried to repel the sweet sound of his saxophone by stuffing objects into her ears, but nothing worked. She still fell asleep on the dirty floor as the whole visit was a dream.

Like the scholar I am I did not believe in the bullshit this old hag told. Sadly, this old bitch is my biological mother and claims that I am that Sax player’s daughter which was hard to believe that magic exists in this time. Its 2089, where science and exploration had proved even the silliest of stories to be a myth. For my third summer since I have submerged myself with books and papers for my classes, I went back to Despera to help out my mother with the pub.

And I surely did regret coming here. This place was nothing but terrible memories and incomplete dreams from a widower who owns a rundown bar for bandits and hooligans alike. At least it pays for the books I always read, especially with these guys bringing gold from wealthy lands nearby.

“Madeline, get some rum from the cellar!” commanded my mother. “On it!” I hollered. I went to the back of the pub and entered a dark narrow hallway where the door to the cellar was on the floorboards. Above the door there was a crowbar ready for my disposal. I grabbed it and started to pry the rusty door open.

I had to use all my strength for this simple task because Mom doesn’t like to pay to replace old and damaged stuff. Clash! The door flew against the wall making a loud and abrupt noise to alarm the bandits. “Don’t worry, I just saw a rat!” I lied. Down I went the squeaky wooden stair steps, blindingly trying to find the switch in the dark cellar.

My shoelaces got caught on some creak and I fell down the stairs landing on my torso, lying facing the ground and getting a nosebleed from the impact. A few seconds later, the thing that made me trip fell on my head giving me a bump on the back of my head. Then, the light went on as if I triggered the sudden brightness into the room and the saxophone I found in front of me.

This is probably just some act my mom had placed for so I can believe her ridiculous stories. I wiped the blood off my nose and picked up the bronze saxophone laid on the ground. Out of humor I pretend to be this music man and placed my mouth on the mouthpiece and played a few notes. A gust of dust spat out from the neck of the saxophone to the end.

The dust was thick and filled the room. It was hard to breathe and see clearly until a cartoonish figure pulled me from the dust and glares into my hazel green eyes. He brushed some of the dirt off my cheeks and stroked a bit of my brown bob-haircut. He kept staring into me as if he was trying to see my soul for a good while until my mother came down the stairs.

He disappeared leaving a small piece of paper behind. I picked it up and placed into my back pocket for safekeeping. My mother came to get me with the Rum after stalling the impatient customers for so long. “Hurry the hell up, we don’t have all day. Get the rum and come back to clean up this mess you made! You have dust everywhere even on the good bread.” She growled.

I did as I was told and helped her out and returned back to the scene of the crime. The moment was so startling I think I’m just imagining things. “I saw a cartoon? That’s preposterous.” I whispered to myself. “But what is more preposterous is the writing on this small sheer.” I questioned.

“Go to the Opal River. And find me.”

I’m not sure why that thing wants me to go to the Opal River, but I’m sure I need to go there to check out of this was just a mere joke. So after hours, I sneaked out the house on the back of the pub with a notebook, a belt, a knife, and some peanuts for the trip. The trip to Opal River is not too far from here, but you’ll never know when some damn primitive bandit or hooligan might come and take advantage of your gender.

I ran through the small patch of grass that leads up to the Opal River, the river also known for its glimmering Opal on the bottom of the river that lightens the whole River like a pixie dust diluted in water. The Moon was full and laid on the horizon of the river giving off a prettier glow to the beautiful river.

On the other side of the river appear a man in short stature fishing out an Opal from the bottom of the not-so-deep River. He fell in and started to drown. I was puzzled, how can he be drowning when the depth of this River does not go above my knees? Then the color of the river turned red and the moon also turn a crimson red. A haughty laughter abruptly broke the silence and instinctively brought me pull out my blade in self-defense.

The cartoonish figure was walking towards me then shapeshifted into its natural biotic form. A bloody human being. “Aw, thank you for unleashing me from my own prison. It was awfully dreadful being stuck into that darn instrument.” The strange man said. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” I shouted.

“Aw well, a genie must give his gratitude to the maiden that broke my bonds to the instrument.” He crackled. With a flick of his finger, he removed my clothes leaving me naked in this field and a river filled with blood. “And as a reward, you will bare my child, my daughter.” he snarled. “Your d-daughter why-what!? That is insane my father is dead and if he was here he would not act in such infernal deed like incest!?” I shrieked in terror. “Well, I am what I am and I need another pure blood to awaken me again the next century.” He laughed.

And so, he launched his body and started to grope my cold defenseless body. I tried to knock him off using my feet but, that only gave him an opening to insert his penis into my vagina. I shrieked in pain and embarrassment and tried to pull it out of me. The penis only started to deepen within my body as if my vagina is bottomless. As he thrusted into me, I felt the walls of my pussy pulsate and bleed from the applied force of this supernatural penis.

I yelled and cried for help but my voice was nothing like the wind that blew that evening, silent yet actively moving. He grabbed my titty and start to suck on them both and he planted his warm cum inside my vagina. Instantaneously, I passed out from the pain and exhaustion. I never saw him again since that night. My vagina’s excessive bleeding made a small moat around my body as I laid naked in the field.

I was on that ground for two days until a search party was sent to find my body, dead or alive. My mother didn’t care as long as she knew where I was. Luckily I made it out alive, but I was pregnant to my brother/son. I was humiliated by the drastic change of my body a week after the incident. I did try to see if the Plan B worked as it did in most cases, just not supernatural ones.

I ended up giving birth to the boy and he took up the saxophone like my father used to do in Mom’s stories. Dexter didn’t stay long in Despera. Yes, I named him Dexter. He moved out when he was 18 days old, in his full-fledged adult body.

I just can’t believe that this actually happened, that I am in the same shoes as my mother except I wasn’t complying with his wishes. He used me by force and now I’m stuck pissing blood every time I need to sneeze. What the fuck do I do now?