Page 17 of Hell Everlasting


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“Maybe I will,” the voice laughed as the world blurred around me.He was spinning me, making me dizzy.

Until we fell to the floor, our bodies crashing together.The pale blue carpet was rough against my bare legs.

I collapsed on top of him, a fit of giggles overtaking me.His chest was solid, his arms around me warm and...

His dick was hard.

Which made my insides twist all the more...

Our laughter died in the air, and I knew I should move.This wasn’t who we were.

This was...different.

“Is that what you want?To kidnap me like some bad Disney villain.”

Warm brown eyes stared at me, full of darkness.Full of unsaid things.His fingers lazily traced lines along my back, making goosebumps prickle on my skin.

“What would you say if I said yes?”His voice was soft, barely inaudible.

He was afraid.

His dick moved, pulling all my attention to the heat blossoming between my legs.

“She’s having some sort of episode,” an unfamiliar voice pulled me from my vision.

My head pounded, and I felt weak.

It had seemed so real...

I looked around, half expecting to find the boy in my vision.Whose name I couldn’t remember...

My throat was dry and I felt like I’d been hit by a truck.

My gaze settled around the room—I’m in a room—with a bunch of strangers overlooking me.

“Lost Souls are very powerful,” alpha asshole said.

I set my gaze on him, pursing my lips.

“You don’t understand, I need—”

“I don’t care what you need,” he bit, and the others in the room gasped.

“Randy!”the woman who’d spoken and pulled me from my vision spoke up.She was short, pale, and dressed in a nightgown.She looked like she couldn’t be that much older than me, but her clothing looked like something my grandmother would wear.

The other folks surrounding us backed up, looking at her in confusion.

Randy stared at me with glowing red eyes that made my skin crawl.

“She is aperson, not an artifact,” the woman said as she helped me up.

“Sarah, you don’t need to—”

Sarah’s hand gripped my arm, but her hold was not firm.It was weak.

“All of you, get out,” she said, her small voice carrying in the room.

“You will not—” Randy bit, his tone elevating.