"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I know what those red lights mean.
I freeze on the spot, unsure of what to do. While my mind races rapidly with questions and fear, showing me glimpse of what is happening behind that door.
Is he with someone inside his bedroom?
Is he.. Is he having.. Sex?
Fear bubbles up inside of me, causing an unusual tightness in my chest as if I am watching my whole world crumble apart in front of me.
A part of me wants to sob and run away in the opposite direction, yet curiosity holds its grip tightly on me like a cruel puppeteer, pulling me towards his room.
Strange voices echo behind the door, similar to moans and my fear comes alive. My heart feels heavy as I take the last step, reaching up to his room.
A place where I am not allowed to enter. A mysterious space which he keeps hidden from everyone.
Like his den.
A shiver snakes down my spine as I gently nudge the door open. A cold chill hits my skin as I step into the eerie room which is bathed in flickering red lights, like warnings.
This is not a good sign.
A sickening feeling crawls up my stomach, as if I am going to throw up with just imagining him with... someone. The thought itself shatters my heart.
"Ahhhhh!"
A gut-wrenching cry echoes through the room and my eyes shift from the crimson walls to my right. A shrill chill runs through me when I see Dakota lying on the floor mattress, twisting and screaming like he is in extreme pain.
His hands are gripping the blanket so tightly that his knuckles have turned white against the contrasting blood lights of the room.
"Heart beats per minute crossing 140, suggesting abnormality."
A machine-like voice fills the air, and I realize that the flashing lights were not indicating of a sexual act, but a forewarning from the AI system about his current distress.
My heart thumps loudly as I hurry to his side while he tosses roughly on the mattress as if he can't breathe. His face has turned pale and glistens with sweat while he pants laboriously in his sleep.
I realize that he is trapped in a nightmare.
A violent one.
"Hey, hey! Wake up!" I shake him gently. His eyes are closed, but his eyebrows furrow in distress as if he is experiencing something terrible in his dream.
"Heart beats per minute crossing 160, suggesting abnormality." Red lights blink fiercely as if hinting about the upcoming danger.
"Dakota! Dakota!" I yell and pat his arm, jerking hard to reach out to him. Fear grips me from all sides as the only response he gives me is trembles and howls of pain.
