I nod my head in approval. Hermes then walks towards me as though he is walking towards a scared animal, when he reaches my side he then carefully takes my hand. He turns his head and says to me "Are you sure? This is your last chance to back out." I nod my head again with finality. This seems to calm him. "Okay, prepare yourself." Not that I know what I am preparing for, but before I get chance to think any further I just hear him mutter something in a language I do not understand.
My apartment spins. I feel like I am travelling at an obscenely fast speed. The turning is making me feel sick. Black spots begin to cloud my vision, dancing across my eyesight. My stomach churns ands I feel like my breakfast is about to come up and meet me again. My vision begins to blur in addition to the black dots swirling in front of me.
Just as I think I could take it no more and believe I was about to pass out the spinning suddenly stops. Disorientation causes me to fall to the floor. As I open my eyes and try to stop the churning in my stomach, I see two feet and a golden stick. I then give into the darkness calling me, beckoning me with open arms.
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Poseidon
Fantasy* * * Rough, hard hands, now soft, caressed my back, pulling me close. His fresh, musky scent entered my nostrils, calming the hiccups assulting my body. "Sh, Lys. Calm down. It's okay. I've got you. There's no need to be upset." Anger coursed thro...
