My breathing gets heavier while I crawl to the tree trunk next to me. I hope he won’t be able to see me and that he would only get past me. That I will have a couple of peaceful seconds while I can think about my next move. I need to see how the hell I can escape the inevitable danger that wanted to attack me from all sides.
I feel my hands shivering and bleeding, colouring my white nightgown with pink flowers that I chose last night to relax and sleep, not run from a psychopath in a forest.
My whole left leg is now fully exposed through the long rupture of my dress. I try to cover it, but then I hear the sound of a broken ranch and a couple of steps getting close to me. Too close.
I put my hands on my mouth, trying to cover the crying spasms that started with my running. I want my breathing not to be heard, but I realise it was all in vain when I feel his presence close to me.
A strong wind gust makes my wet skin shiver and lifts my dress way too high.
That’s when I know he saw me.
“You can’t hide from me, Anmara,” I hear Cathal’s voice from behind the tree trunk. “I’ll always find you.”
He jumps in front of me, scaring the shit out of me. I scream, and even through my fingers I can hear the strong echo of my yelling through the woods.
He catches my wrists, and I cannot hold my shouting that should’ve scared all the animals in the forest. It only seems to draw them closer to the danger I am in.
“Let go of me!”
I cry, kicking just one of my legs, because the left one hurt so much I can’t even move it.
“Never!”
He ties my hands with a string that he throws over a thick branch and pulls it, letting me hang in the air, screaming, while he fixates the rope around the tree.
“No, please, let me go!” I cry, even though I know nothing will stop him from finishing what he started.
He just smirks dangerously, and I realise that I have no way out of his torture.
“Now I can finally play with you the way I want," he says, and then looks at the rupture of my dress. “How nice of you. You already made my job easier.” Cathal laughs as he grabs the dress’s already ripped edges, pulling them until it fully rips apart.
It is hanging on each of my hands, leaving me naked and exposed in front of him, with absolutely nothing to cover me.
“You’ll only be mine,” Cathal’s voice says, but his face distorts and slowly transforms into Lucas’s.
I’m losing my voice from how strong my echo sounds in the woods. I start trembling, confused and frightened by the image before my eyes.
He is holding a knife in his left hand, and it’s coming dangerously close to my intimate zone. With the other hand, he pulls up my legs. I want to move and hit his face, but he just pushes the knife into my vagina. I start to scream with all the vocal cords I have and strongly close my eyes as I can’t handle the huge pain anymore, slowly accepting my fate.
I feel shaken, and I abruptly open my eyes. The first thing I see is Lucas’s worried face and his sweaty forehead.
I inhale profoundly, trying to calm down, and quickly look around. Next to Lucas are Paul and Blake, who are watching mewith the same concern in their gazes, probably because of the screams that came out of me even beyond the dream.
The memories from last night slowly come into my mind, and I look at myself. I breathe with relief and put my head back on the pillow when I see that my clothes are back in place and Lucas’s cock disappeared from inside of me.
“What the hell did you dream that you screamed so loud?” Blake asks with his hoarse voice, half-asleep, rubbing his eyes.
“Believe me, you don’t wanna know.”
I take one of the pillows from near me and put it on my face. I just want to forget about my grotesque dream with the dress with pink flowers and another crazy man who wanted to mark me down to the death.
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“Don’t do anything stupid, or you won’t get out in one piece from this,” I tell Blake while I walk beside him to the first place on the list.
“I will be as well-behaved as a baby,mom," he says, winking at me while keeping an innocent smile on his face.
It only makes me roll my eyes. I am afraid of not ending up with my pupils seared onto the back of my eyelids, given how often I’m doing that move. But, until then, Anora agrees with my reactions.
