Modella

Chapter Twenty Monsters In Modella

SASHA

SASHA

The dark clouds around me began developing into a dark shapes.

SASHA came the loud whisper again.

I turned around quickly looking frantically into the twisting clouds where I had heard the voice. A soft mist hung in the air as I squinted toward the developing scene in front of me.

Ashlee was naked. She was held with her arms bound to a large horizontal bar above her while her legs were bound to another horizontal rod that ran along her lower back. The large metal contraption she was fastened to looked uncomfortable. Her eyes were wide and her face was streaked with tears, a large ball gag in her mouth. Her body bleeding from numerous small bite wounds around her breasts, thighs, arms, neck and one on her navel.

Her eyes darted in my direction then caught my gaze as I heard the loud whisper in my head that I knew was her voice.

SASHA

"I want to wake up now..." I whispered but my voice carried in a loud echo.

SASHA

I heard her loud whisper again right next me.

THIS ISNT A DREAM

She said in the same sad voice that occupied my mind.

"Ashlee?" I called out to her. Her eyes closed and suddenly her figure was emerging from the shadowed form that was tied in the hazy world behind her. She was dressed and was wearing the black leggings and tank top she was in before Doyle dressed her in the see-through dress.

"Sasha is that you?" She asked, her voice echoing around me.

"Ashlee! Where are you?" I asked urgently trying to go to her but unable to move. She strode up to me easily.

"I don't know. One moment I'm on the stage, then I woke up here, with HIM." Her voice darkened and rage filled her eyes.

"Who is he?" I asked her. Her eyes looked at me momentarily.

"The fucking antichrist." She whispered. Her anger and fear filling my thoughts and making me feel sick.

"Im going to come get you!" I told her my eyes stinging as tears began to fill my vision. I could feel the pull holding us together getting thinner as faint screams echoed around us.. Ashlee's screams.

Her figure began darkening into a dark shadow that engulfed the room, the swirling dark clouds around me moved quickly and began to thunder and I felt myself falling.

I awoke sitting straight up and breathing hard. My skin prickled with sweat and my heart was beating fast.

"You okay?" Dominik stood in the doorway and watched me. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his chest and ribs were covered in tattoos. A thin line of hair trailed from beneath his belly button to the edge of his jeans that hung low on his hips. With eyes wide I tried not stare; my eyes darting to the corner of the room to avoid him noticing. But I had already looked him up and down, he laughed and smiled back at me with a small smirk.

"How did I get here?" I asked flustered as I tried to change the subject. I was sitting up on a large king size bed in the middle of a dark room that didn't have anything else in it. Definitely not the couch I had fell asleep on.

"I put you there." He said matter of a factly as he lifted a beer to his lips and took a gulp.

"What the hell am I wearing?" I looked down at the sheer nightgown that looked identical to the one I had torn to pieces. I looked back at him, confused and irritated. He was leaned against the doorway frame with the same small smirk on his lips.