The Daddy Dare [DARK EROTIC THRILLER]

5. Dominik's Timing

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SUNDAY
October 21, 2040
3:09 AM

Blinking her eyes open, Illy stared up at the ceiling, her heart pounding in her chest as remnants of a dream faded from her mind.

Oh good. It wasn't real.

Relief washed over her as she sat up in bed.

The soft morning sunlight filtering through the white curtains cast strange shadows across the room and as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and planted her feet on the plush carpet— there was no plush carpet.

The floor was cold.

This was not her apartment.

Her breathing grew shallow as she glanced down, only to discover that she was no longer wearing her usual pajamas. Instead, she found herself in a small, frilly children's nightgown.

The fabric clung uncomfortably to her grown up body, and when she slid off the bed and approached the vanity mirror, a younger version of herself was looking back at her with wide eyes.

She crept forward, a hand outstretched towards her reflection, when a blood curdling scream caused both her and her younger self to jump in sync, their heads whipping in the direction the sound came from.

Chewing nervously on her lip, Illy slowly crept out of her room and ventured into the hauntingly dim hallway, her bare feet making soft padding sounds against the cold floor.

Just by her door she saw a few large bags and suitcases and as she walked, a metallic smell filled the air and something wet and sticky seeped between her toes.

She looked down to see that she was tracking red footprints through the hallway, a trail of blood leading down the stairs where soft whimpering sounds could be heard.

"Please, she's right upstairs. You don't have to do this-"

She moved towards the staircase where the pleading was coming from, but the banister seemed to stretch out before her, escaping her grasp.

Each forward movement only pushed her further back, as if trapping her in an endless loop—and then she realized that this scene was not entirely new.

There was that déjà vu.

She had experienced this before.

If she could just make it down those stairs... what would she find?

"Please don't-!" The words were cut off by a gut wrenching scream that faded out as shallow whispers danced in the air, teasing fragmented words that were almost within reach but slipped away before she could comprehend their meaning.

Illy's breathing grew ragged and tears of frustration spilled down her cheeks, a loud sob escaping her lips as she awoke with a start, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat.