Sweet girl Carolina. Yes - she was one of those sweet girls who brought laughter wherever she went.
I was a girl of passion, a hopeless romantic and an eternal optimist. I was always smiling, and having fun with my friends. School, hanging out with friends at the mall, movies, and book stores - these made up for almost everything I did. Oh and the sleepover and the parties. I loved being with my friends.
I was 17 when I started talking to this guy online. I instantly felt the attraction. He lived 6 hours away from me - close enough and yet not too close. I was smitten by his charm, talked with my "sweetheart" all day and all night. I had found my Prince Charming.
As we started getting comfortable with each other, our conversations started to change. I shared my deepest desires, and my dark fantasies with him. He told me what he would do to me when we met. A lot of the late night conversations left me breathless, tingling deep at my core. Most of those conversations led to me relieving myself, as he talked me through my fantasies.
He had suggested meeting a few times, but I was not ready. After talking to him for almost 8 months, I knew I wanted to meet him. When he suggested to meet again, I agreed readily. And we started planning.
She told her parents about the "weekend sleepover" at her friends place. Sweet Carolina - her fingers crossed behind her back. They planned to meet at halfway distance. He made the reservations, she was on her way on Friday evening after the school.
I was excited to finally meet him, and anxious as well. I was ready to finally get him to make me a woman. I was indecisive about whether I wanted to go through my dark fantasies. There will be the next time, we will cuddle, kiss, make out and make love gently this time.
It was a cheap motel. She did not expect anything fancy, but the motel looked dilapidated and in dire need of repairs. For a fleeting second, she had second thoughts. She chucked them away as soon as it came. Dilapidated or not, she was set on her Prince Charming, and nothing was going to stop her.
As soon as the door opened and I got inside, I felt something prickly on my neck and blackness engulfed me....
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The Darkness
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