Amaira's POV As I felt a hand crawling over my skin, my breath quickened up. I wanted to shout but found myself tongue-tied. I was in a deserted region, completely surrounded by darkness. Only my own harsh puffs were audible to my ears. My eyes searched the area which seems to go on forever. I feel as if I am lying on thorns, and someone is pushing me deeper. A horrendous wind blew through me, chilling my bones and shuddering the life out of me. The hand that was resting on my thigh began moving up, and I felt compelled to run. But, I found my body bound with invisible chains and ended up combatting myself, which only worsen my condition. The palm crawled under my t-shirt and rested on my bare stomach. It was rough and heavy, indicating that the hand belonged to a man, a big, muscular man! All of my senses were focused on identifying the man's face or memorizing his features but the darkness prevented me from doing so. I blinked multiple times to see his face but all my attempts
Read more