"Sweetheart, pleasure comes in so many forms," he murmurs, moving his nose along my jawline. "Let me show you that even pain can be pleasurable." He snakes his arm around my waist. His breath tingles my ear as he whispers in a husky voice, "Be mine...
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A thick fog settles. Nothing but gigantic trees surround me. With an upward glance, I realize I can't tell if it's night or morning. A canopy of branches covers the sky. A shiver crawls down my spine. I force my feet to move, fallen leaves crush underneath my boots.
A shriek from afar causes me to halt. I spin and scan to spot the source, but to no avail. Footsteps echo in the eerily quiet forest, with each passing second the thudding gets louder and faster.
Fear kicks aside the terror that had frozen my limbs.
I sprint.
Deeper and deeper into the woods, the trees and bushes grow in numbers, making it impossible to race in a straight line.
The muddy ground slows me down, the lower branches cut my skin as I run from the thundering footsteps. I ignore the unpleasant stings caused by them.
The footfall no longer seems to come from one direction, nor does it belong to a single person.
My legs carry me of their own accord. But I don't know where I am heading to, nor do I have anywhere to go. I'm lost.
Rapid breaths wheeze in and out of me. My muscles hurt, but I keep on running.
My foot catches in an odd root, risen above the uneven earth. The momentum hurls me to the ground. Pain shoots up my arms and knees.
Monstrous howls ring and reverberate. I shudder. I'm going to die. Tears blur my view. I clamp my hands over my ears as a sob escapes my lips.
Dark mist encircles me in a whirlwind, I struggle to breathe.
A deformed man walks through the smoke and stands in front of me. Sharp canine teeth, and he has razor-like claws, his shoulders are hunched as he encloses me.
I gape while he takes me in, sizing me up as if weighing if his prey was worth the effort.
He has my dad's eyes.
That's the final thing I notice before he launches towards me.
I jerk awake and jump into a sitting position.
My body trembles as I pant, my heart drums in my chest.
It was a dream. Just a nightmare.
I look around, frantically.
The unfamiliar surrounding doesn't help. Wooden floor, the pale curtains are drawn, and the cream-colored walls are bare. A small wardrobe is in the corner, its color faded due to years of usage.
I focus on my breathing. My head pounds, my heartbeat echoes in my skull.
The sound of a loud snore startles me. I peek at my side. A middle-aged man on the other end of the bed is in deep slumber. His round and huge belly prevents him to sleep entirely on his stomach.
