The two were both unconcious for hours on end. He woke up first, and upon realising what had happened, he walked out to find a medical box.
But not before staring at the girl in just her bra and jeans, though. We felt the raise in his heart rate, tasted the increase of tension in the air.
She woke up shortly after, and flustered for a long time. Disturbed us. We watched as he thanked her, as she denied it, as he stared conspicuously at her chest. As she stepped forward. As he mirrored. As their heads turned to different sides....
And we finished feeding on his dream. We began feasting on hers.
Her fantasy of him removing his shirt so she wasn't alone. Of her sitting on the bed. Him joining her.
The boy and the girl are hidden in us.
We know all. We see all. We hide all.
Where there is an opening and light leaks through, we grow over and create pain.
We are the shadows.
We are the dark.
And we are always watching.
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Unravelled Plaits
Teen FictionThis isn't your average, "oh help, I've been kidnapped! Save me, police! *scream*" kidnap story. Oh no. It's so much darker. And so much more twisted. You may need some coffee as black as my soul. Good luck. Enjoy. [warning: mature theme: inapp...
