So heavy, the weight on my chest.
I pull at my skin.
Try to breathe, but there’s no air.
Can’t breathe.
Can’t.
Then the smoke drops, just like that.
And I see her.
Dark hair.
Darker eyes.
The darkest glare.
Hayami?
She holds a black scarf over her mouth.
I want to peel it away, but I’m frightened of what’ll be underneath.
It won’t be her luscious lips.It’ll be sharp teeth, torn flesh, and oozing blood.
Her hand goes to the scarf.
Please don’t take it off.
My chest is so heavy.
Please, God, no.
Can’t breathe.
And my heart fucking stops.
My eyes snap open, banishing the gnarled nightmare as I’m thrust straight into another one, because the heaviness on my chest remains.
Hayami sits astride me, her hands pressing down on my ribs, her gaze boring into my face.
Under any other circumstances, I’d be flipping her over, pulling her under me, and showing her exactly what she does to me, but this is notmyHayami.
Her head is tilted to the side, that sickly grin across her face, her hair hanging like rags.
“Hayami?”
Her head twitches, and she grins that horrible, slimy smile, but it isn’t her mouth.Her eyes shift, her hair grows longer, and her lips appear fuller.
“Who are you?”My voice is barely a whisper.I want to throw her off, but this is Hayami’s body, and I won’t hurt her.
She holds her finger up as if to shush me.Her hands move down towards the waistband of my shorts.
“Hayami, can you hear me?”I try to move, but she has me pinned to the bed.
Fuck.Panic floods me.None of my training has prepared me for this.What the hell is going on?
