Page 4 of Monsters of Desire and Nightmares of Passion

“I’ll fuck you, Ivy. I’ll enter you so deep you’ll forget your name.”

His fingers move between my legs just before his hard cock slams inside me. It’s so hard it makes me moan. Mrez fills me. The blade presses against my skin, so close that the fear of him killing me makes me gasp for air. My arousal drips down the inside of my thighs and runs over his cock.

He thrusts himself fully into me. His fingers play with my clit. He pushes his thumb softly inside me as his cock keeps pounding in and out of me, sending shivers of delight through my body.

What if I lose control?” he teases. “What if I cut your throat and spill your hot blood all over my cock.”

Fear fills me and mixes with the heat of arousal. It’s as if heat and cold mix together and create fireworks inside me. Thunder and lightning explode inside me.

“Deeper.”

“Do I make you so hot you don’t care if I kill you as long as I fuck your pussy?”

I try to get words together, but my body answers in my place. My orgasm hits me so hard it makes me think Mrez’s blade will split the skin and enter my flesh, the same way his cock entered my body.

Other dreams come back to me. Dreams that are less sweet, that feed on my fear. Dreams where screams are lodged inside my throat, making breathing hard to accomplish.

I know that they need my fear as much as they need my desire.

I open the dream journal to another entry.

I walked through an abandoned area. It looks as if it was once an industrial complex. Each of my footsteps rang inside my head loud and clear, calling to me from the darkness. The sound of my heels was too loud, so I stopped to take them off. Chills filled me from the concrete floor. I always end up barefoot, and afraid, because I know they’re after me. I ran as fast as I could until the blood rushed through my ears and sounded like the waves of the ocean hitting the shore on a stormy night.

Only a few pale lights illuminated the pitch-black area. I tried to fumble through the small alleys and the tall buildings. The darkness around me became an oily tangible thing that touched me. My body shivered. As I looked down, I noticed I wore only a tattered nightgown.

I kept running until my feet hurt and bled.

They’re after me.

I heard them.

Their steps were so much lighter than mine. They travelled with the power of darkness, and, even though I know I can’t escape them, I tried to run as fast as possible, ignoring my bleeding soles and my pounding heart.

“It’s okay,” I lied to myself as I kept trying to find a place to hide, only there were none. Each door was closed, each window so high up it would be impossible to climb to it. I wanted to lay there, shivering, the cold numbing my mind.

Would it be so bad if I just gave up?

A scratch on the concrete made me reconsider. The sound was metal against stone, waking old fears that were dormant. This time, I used my last energy resources to run. I ran as fast as humanly possible, not caring if my feet bled and my chest hurt so badly that each breath turned into a painful dagger that split open my lungs.

There it was—a cracked door and a dim light glowing orange in the cold rainy night.

That was my salvation.

I kept running but, when I get to the old door that was so large a truck could drive through, I noticed a thick, rusty chain hanging over it. That thing must have been put there by a giant because there was no way in Hell I would ever have been able to move it. My fingers bled. I had cut myself on the edges of the old door. I didn’t fucking care. Using my last ounce of force, I managed to pull it open and push myself through the crack and under the rusty old chain.

I was inside.

Would they be able to follow me?

No, no. It was impossible. The light will keep me safe.

As soon as I stepped inside, I took a quick look around. All I could see were large stairs made of metal and some sort of assembly band. This used to be a factory. Big pieces of scrap metal lay all over the place and chains hung from the very tall ceiling. The walls were stained and covered with nails that stuck out at awkward angles.

I couldn’t make out the source of the light. I shivered and tried to hug myself and rub some of the cold from my upper arms.

“If only I could find something dry to wear.”

The wet nightgown clung to my every curve. My nipples were painfully hard. The fear was a weird aphrodisiac, making me shiver and want to be taken forcefully by my monsters.

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