Illika
Follow the bubbles.
Follow the bubbles and... There's a light. It's so pretty and bright. It feels nice too. I think... I think I like it. I like it a lot.
I drift higher, moving toward it as bubbles float above. The little voice in my head – at least, I think it's in my head – tells me to follow the bubbles. Follow the bubbles. They know the way. They move towards the light. Follow them.
They float, circling, moving closer and closer to that light, and just as I reach for them, I blink and wince almost immediately. Then, as quickly as it all comes to, my head fills with this static as heaviness falls over my body, the hard and cold touch of cement grounding me, and I remember where I am.
Well, I remember the situation I'm in, not so much my coordinates. Those I, unfortunately, don't know. But the predictament... That I remember.
Asahi hovering over me, touching and groping me as he kissed different parts of my body. Just thinking about it all makes me feel ill, but as I sit, propped against the wall, I come to realize something. I don't feel the unbearable weight of Asahi holding me to him. I don't feel that or his hands squeezing my breasts. I feel nothing. Well, I feel a free brush of air caress the bare skin of my chest, but that's all.
Curious, I muster the courage and peek open my eyes. To my relief, I don't see Asahi anywhere, and as I struggle to look down at myself, I am able to catch a quick glimpse of my lower extremities. I breathe easily, seeing my shorts still buttoned and left secure on my hips, and I am certain that in turn, so is my underwear.
Asahi must have stopped. I can't imagine he would've done something just to pull my underwear and shorts back up, especially if he can't even take the time to pull my shirt back up.
I breathe, exhaling a tight breath that I hadn't realized I had been holding, and sink further onto the ground. For now, I am still relatively untouched by him, but for how long?
How long will Asahi's lust be outweighed by his disgust? Based on this far too close of a call, not much longer. Surely, time is trickling and slipping away more and more with each moment that passes. So, I need out of here. I have to run, but...
I can't even keep my eyes open long enough to observe where I'm at, let alone manage to stand and run. But I want to. God, I want to. I want to run and run and run... As far as I possibly can. Just run and get away from all this. That's what I want. However, that little dream is merely that. A want.
I exhale again, curling in on myself as much as I can. It's becoming more and more difficult to stay awake for any lengthy period of time, and sweat is starting to collect on my brow. My heart beats fast and hard, sending my pulse strumming in my ears. A shiver runs down my spine.
Cold. I feel so fucking cold all the fucking time. It's so fucking irritating. But if I feel so cold, then why am I sweating? Sweating and shivering all at once. God, I'm tired. So, so sleepy.
Sleep sounds so nice right now. It sounds so very, very nice. More than just a little tempting. I might do that. I might.
Because being awake is far too difficult.
**Bello lovelies! So, a little chapter today. Nothing too much. That said, Illika suspects that Asahi didn't do anything to her. A relief. But she is right to wonder how long he'll resist. Hopefully, she gets rescued soon! I know y'all are probably ready for some Shiggy love, eh? That sounded weirder than I meant for it to. Sorry lol. Don't worry. He should be arriving in the next chapter or two. Hope we're all (yes, we) ready! Things should hopefully pick up here soon. Any hunches for what's to come? Feel free to take a gander! At the time of typing this, June is almost over. I can't believe that. We're already halfway through the year. That's nuts. Just wow. But yeah, that'll do for today. Thank y'all so, so much for everything! Y'all are the bee's knees! Wuv yous!! <3**
-Noel Ross
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