Lost Memories

Lost Memories

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18+ Story!! Later chapters will include detailed sexual acts! When a mysterious accident robs her of all her lives memories she goes on a search to find the missing pieces. What secrets will she uncover in her search? "Elaina could hardly remember the days before the accident, much less the events that led up to it. Hell, she could barely remember the incident itself because of the fog that had filled her head. However, she could never forget those eyes, deep, dark ruby eyes that followed her from every dark corner. The worst was when she was still in the hospital recovering with nothing to do but think and dream. Though, Elaina wouldn't exactly describe her dreams as anything but an endless hell made just for her to suffer in. All led by HIM, the one who owned those tantalizing eyes. She knew she could never escape him, but she didn't know if she truly wanted to. Normally, the answer to these questions came to her quickly. This one however, was a puzzle she needed to solve, but first she needed to focus on unscrambling the jumble that lived in her head. Endlessly tangling anything even close to a memory. The mystery of him had to come second, even her memory problem wasn't the highest priority."
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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