Incubus

| Prologue |

   INCUBUS

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I shivered as I felt cold hands brush against the delicate skin of my thighs. I attempted to move to see who it was, but shock sparked through me when I could only frantically dart my eyes around my dark bedroom.

   This couldn't be happening again.

   "How is my lovely girl?" His deep voice trickled against my skin as his lips brushed my ear. I gasped. Those big, warm hands inched their way up my thighs, towards my throbbing area.

   I couldn't move, I was paralyzed.

   "W-who are you?" I breathed, voice wavering. Staring up at the ceiling was killing me, I needed  to see his face.

"I'm your shadow, your dream, and your nightmare." With each word he spoke, his voice glided against my skin and brushed against my most intimate areas. My stomach churned into knots at his words, making me uneasy.

   "I'm the only one who is allowed to pleasure you," he whispered huskily into my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck. His slim fingers hooked onto the band of my black lace panties and started to ta-

   I bolted upright in my bed, my breathing erratic and my heart in my throat. My wide eyes shot around the room as I tried to slow my racing heartbeat. Sunlight poured in through my curtains, illuminating my small room. Cursing under my breath, I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock to silence its piercing scream.

Feeling the dampness in my panties, I blushed in embarrassment and annoyance. I plopped back on the bed with an unattractive yawn and stared up at my ceiling.

   Was I really that lonely? I conjured up a man in my dreams because of the lack of attention I got when I was awake? I shook my head. I was really starting to get concerned about myself. I used to get nightmares every single night years ago when I was on medication for the voices. I shivered in fear with the memory. I was not resurfacing that awful time.

   My thoughts returned to the strange dreams I've been having. This was the third time I dreamt about the same man and it was starting to really freak me out. In the dreams I'm scared of the mysterious man, yet I am excited to feel his presence near me.

   That thought alone was what scared me the most.

   He gave me all of his attention, unlike everyone else around me.

   I craved the feel of his sinful touch against my skin, but I was also terrified of him. He was a stranger. I hadn't even seen his face yet in these continuous dreams. I knew he wasn't real, he couldn't be, but he felt real.

   His deep, husky voice was like a drug to me. It was slowly killing me and I knew I was going to end up dead in the end.

   He wouldn't tell me his name, or what he wanted. If I asked him he would just do something that made me completely forget about my questions. Then, he would leave me alone in the darkness of my bedroom until I woke up.

I didn't know if he was real or if my creative mind conjured him up. Truthfully, nothing surprised me anymore.

   I was scared, yet excited to go to sleep at night. He had control over me whenever I heard his addictive voice.

   He could make me do anything he wanted and I would obliged immediately to his needs.

   I see him, every night.

       
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