8. Free For a Moment

*Esme*

Dark, tense, his grin deadly, he stared at me unblinking. I was locked, still, unable to move, standing looking at him from a distance. I don't know who the man was, his chest and shoulders were getting bigger and bigger, swelling, tearing the t-shirt he was wearing until it came off his skin. His broad chest was covered in thicker and thicker hair, and then he ran fast towards me, like a wild wolf about to pounce on my body. "Tharique! Ahh!"

Damn! It's just a dream!

I woke up in a room that wasn't big, on a warm bed wearing full clothes. Fuck! They must have seen my whole body. That dream was enough to make me scared and call out his name, the name of the bastard who had thrown me away.

My breath was short, little, and breathless. I gulped and licked my dry lips. I'm thirsty, there's no water here. I sat up and wanted to go down but stopped when I saw the door open. The arrogant man entered while looking at me sharply and the door closed again. He walked closer to me,