A strange sensation coursed through my body, like a jolt of electricity.I felt like I was becoming weightless and disoriented. It was as if the world around me was spinning, and I couldn't get my bearings. Then, with another jolt, I was transported to another world.I was literally vomited out on another land. It was nothing like I had ever seen before. Everywhere I looked, I saw a barren wasteland stretching out as far as my eye could see. The sky was a deep shade of purple, and the air was filled with a strange energy that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.As I took in my surroundings, I realised that I was completely alone in this strange new world. There was no sign of life anywhere, no animals or plants, just endless sand and rocks.I didn't have the courage to take a walk at the beginning. I looked at my hands. To my surprise, my wound had already healed. I slapped myself hard and then pinched my skin. Was this an extension of that spooky dream that I was dreaming? Wer
Ryan's phone was ringing for consecutive number of times, without stop.He did look at it but then pressed the silent button and put it back in his pocket. It was Rose. She was possibly bugging him with an apology but he wasn't in the mood. He stood at the dock.His sunglasses on as the sunlight kissed his handsome face. His arms folded as he watched the shipment being unloaded which was being held by the custom officers. "Is Patrick's package ready? "He asked the middle aged man in-charge of the port. He nodded, " Yes, sir, already on the way. "" Good, and what about the custom officer? "Ryan questioned. " He has been reunited with his family. He looked pretty grateful to find his son whole. " The man chuckled, " Sending his bloodied T-shirt along with a random severed hand, indeed did wonders in pursuing him. That idiot perhaps didn't even look at the hand properly, just imagined that it belonged to his only son, from the tshirt. "Ryan pulled the man by his shoulder and shook
I lost the measure of length and breath of time. It seemed like I had been there forever, endlessly. I wrapped my arms around myself as the sands around me twirled and danced, pulling me further and further down below, somewhere. At this point, I had given up struggling and was kind of ready to meet my end very unbothered by the mysterious circumstances that had lead me to this mysterious place.Then something flickered infront of me, like the mica in sand, flickers in the sun. A flash crossed my mind, a vision floated in like a memory of a distant past. I saw myself in the woods, surrounded by trees and the scent of earth. And there was Ryan as well standing beside myself.We had some weird attires on, very unlike the ones I was used to seeing. It seemed like we belonged to an era that was by gone. "Sherry," his voice whispered low and husky as he nuzzled up my shoulder, "I've been waiting for you."I felt a rush of warmth and desire flood through me and I couldn't resist him, not w
I stumbled out of Ryan's grip, my knees buckling beneath me as I took in the devastation of the situation. The sand slide had ripped through the desert like a hungry monster, leaving destruction and debris in its wake. But somehow, miraculously, Ryan had managed to find me in the chaos.However, now it was gone. Just like his first and claws had. We were back in his study, the boys staring and gaping at our site. And everything else seemed to be normal. But the hell was it? My world had turned upside down. Nothing made sense. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained with concern.I couldn't speak. My throat felt like it was still coated in sand, and my eyes burned from the grit that had whipped around me. But even more than the physical discomfort, I was overwhelmed by fear.Because I knew the truth about Ryan. I knew what he was.I was an eyewitness. "Sherry, talk to me," Ryan said, his hand on my arm as I stood there staring at him, blank, expression less. I pulled away from
I arrived at Sarah's place , over burdened by my troubles, hoping to find comfort in the company of my friend. But as I walked towards the door, I noticed that the house was locked. This was very unusual, as Sarah always kept the door unlocked for me.Infact she didn't need to lock because she didn't have anything inside, that was her joke. I tried calling her, but there was no answer.Her phone kept going to voice mail. I turned,feeling more upset than I had arrived there feeling.Just as I was about to leave, I heard a loud explosion outside.I ducked with my hands over my ears.Then hurried to the front to investigate what had happened. As I stepped outside, the bright orange glow of flames filled my eyes, and a wave of heat rushed towards me. I gasped in horror as I saw that Ryan's car had crashed into a nearby tree and was now engulfed in flames.I looked at my keys. I had definitely locked it and parked it properly! Was his car as supernatural as him? Did it have it's free will?
I looked down at my plain and unremarkable outfit and knew that I wouldn't be able to get into the club looking like this. I needed to transform my look, and fast. Without a second thought, I began tearing and folding my clothes, trying to give myself an instant makeover.I started by ripping the hem of my shirt, creating an asymmetrical edge that exposed just a hint of skin. Then, I tore off the sleeves, leaving me with a sleeveless top that showed off my toned arms. Next, I took my scissors and began snipping away at the neckline, creating a deep V that was both sexy and daring.For my pants, I rolled up the cuffs to show off my ankles and give the illusion of longer legs. Then, I tore off a strip of fabric from the bottom of the pant legs and used it as a belt, cinching in my waist and creating a more flattering silhouette.With a few final adjustments, I stepped back to admire my handiwork in the polished door of the club entrance. I looked like a completely different person, with
I stumbled through the dark alley at the back of the club. Didn't want to risk taking the main door in case the cops were still looking around. My vision was blurry and my mind hazy from the alcohol. I just wanted to get out of there for the moment, away from those men who had made such disgusting advances towards me. But as I made my way through the alleyway, I feel that I was being followed.My heart started to race as I turned around and saw those two men from the club walking towards me. Panic set in as I realized they were indeed following me. I tried to quicken my pace, but my legs wouldn't cooperate, and I stumbled again, nearly falling to the ground."What's the matter, baby? Can't handle a little fun?" One of them sneered, and I could feel their eyes on me, making me feel dirty and exposed. " Stay away from me... " I tried to yank the hand of the one who tried to touch me. Tears started to form in my eyes as I tried to back away, but they closed in on me, blocking my path.
I was still under the influence of anesthesia at the moment but my senses were not fully off, and I was vaguely aware of what was happening around me.The two men that had tugged me in into that black car were gone. I had feared that I might have woken up in their bed being violated and humiliated, in my nakedness but thank goodness that was not the case. I was still moving around. I could feel that I was being carried from one vehicle to the other, but I was unable to move or speak. It was a harrowing experience because I felt what was a comparative sense of relief. As I was being carried, I could hear the sound of footsteps and voices, but they sounded distant and muffled. It was as if I was in a dream state, and everything was happening in slow motion. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, and I couldn't see anything.Suddenly, I felt a jolt, and I heard a voice say, "Watch your step, guys. Let's not drop the package." It was a male voice, and he sounded concerned. I wante