The Darkness Inside

Bad Dreams, Worse Realities

Alibaba's POV

Mother was tucking me in when there was a loud bang. It sounded as though someone had broken a hole into the wall. Mother told me to ignore it and left to her room. A few minutes passed and I heard mother scream. I knew that something was wrong and got out of bed silently.

I slipped on some shoes, threw on a black hood, grabbed my go bag, money, jewelry, and some weapons and tiptoed to the window. No-one was on lookout near my room, so I got the two daggers I'd grabbed and began to climb down the wall with them. I may have been raised by stuckups, but I still remembered most of my past, making this pretty easy.

I finally made it to the dirt floor and snuck behind the shrubbery. There was a trap door just beneath the plants that could only hold yours truly. I silently opened it and held onto the handle on the inside while jumping in closing it immediately afterwar.

I now dangled from the handle of the door in the pitch black tunnel bracing myself for the fall I was going to experience if I didn't get this right. Then I began swinging back and forth on the sturdy door and took a deep breath after gaining the courage to actually do it I released the handle.

I went flying and hoped I would reach the dirt floor. I felt as though it was taking too long, but eventually my feet touched the soft dirt. I sighed out in relief and caught my breath. It took a second for me to gather my bearings, but I did.

I sat down and put my go-bag in my lap. Searching was hard in the dark, but I eventually found the matches. I lit one and looked around me. I believe I left a torch somewhere around here. I soon found it lying around a rock next to some rope. I picked both items up and lit the torch allowing it to spread into a big enough flame to light the tunnel.

"Okay." I whispered while placing the torch on the wall where I made a hole a few months ago. I spilled out my bag and looked through the contents. Two changes of clothes, a shitload of money, some knives, a bag of mum's missing jewelry, and a few items I needed to tame my hair. Everything I had grabbed before leaving, I placed in the bag alongside my shoes. It's best I don't wear them in case I have to run.

I grabbed the torch and walked through the tunnel. I may have told Cassim about the other tunnel, but I'd never tell anyone about mine, no matter who it is.

Pacing to the end of the tunnel I found two doors. One of them held spikes like the entrance to the tunnel and the other contained a dark space with a trap door to the exit. I opened the one on the left and climbed the steps on the wall to the handle of the door after closing the entrance behind me. I pushed it open and lifted my arms onto the ground pulling myself up.

Finally I had gotten out, but when I looked behind me I saw flames. The castle burnt to the ground like paper as the heat licked away at my home. I sighed. "Nothing good ever lasts long."

Then everything went black.

I awoke in a cold sweat clutching my chest. It always feels so....so real.

After catching my breath I sat up in my bed and looked to my nightstand. My phone's alarm still hadn't gone off, so I reached over and grabbed it. 3:12 again. How do I keep managing to have the same dream and wake up at the same time every fucking day? I groaned and turned off my alarms.

I got in the shower and as I washed I thought back on what Morgiana told me a few days ago. Sure it seems like a stretch that I feel respo-"Alibaba! Are you awake!?!?" Mum yelled from downstairs. I shut off the water.

"Yeah! Why?!" I hollered back while drying myself with a towel. She was quiet for a second and I knew exactly why.

"We...we have customers dear!" She yelled slightly softer than before. "They're requesting your services!" She yelled with guilt clear in her voice. I dressed in one of my uniforms.

"I'll be right there!" I answered. With that I walked out of my bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs. "Time to pay the bills." I muttered to myself as I walked down to the bottom of the steps. Two men stood there eyeing me with the same look all of the customers give me. I played with the hem of my shirt and looked in the eyes of the taller man.

"Are you here for my private lessons?" I asked in an innocent tone taking a step closer to him. The purple haired man smirked down at me and cupped my ass pulling me into his manhood.

"I'll teach you well." He growled out. The man beside him, who had black hair, smiled a sinister smile and I lead the them to the bedroom. Not my bedroom, not my mother's. Just the bedroom. Inside there were chains and whips, rulers and cuffs, clamps and beads, dildos and much more. There was a desk in the corner of the room surrounded by other school related sex toys.

This is the way my first day of school began.