Page 43 of Destroyed Desire
The real one, true love, is so much better!
Meanwhile...
“Hey,Fern?Idon’tthink we should have any more of those drinks. I got lost in the tunnel. It was a straight shot through, but I got, like, turned around or something.”
I don’t remember getting into this very odd bed. There are sticks poking out of the sides. Like a nest? Ewww.
“What the hell kind of hotel is this? I thought we were staying at the Hyatt. How did we even get here? I don’t remember anything except having that last drink and getting lost. Fern? Are you in the shower?”
Water is running from somewhere. Why is it so dark in here? I blink but my eyes won’t clear. Shit, I must be really hung over.
“Hey, I found your phone on the floor. What did you do to it? The screen is smashed to pieces. Fern? I’m sorry if I drank too much. You’re my best friend, you know? One day, we’re going to be old ladies, sharing a room in the nursing home with all our cats that we sneak in, and we’re going to reminisce about CosPlay Con. It’ll be epic.”
It doesn’t smell clean and antiseptic like a hotel room in here. Something’s wrong. I can’t see.
“Something is wrong with my eyes. Maybe we should head home.”
Oh, no. What was that sound? The smell is stronger. Ugh, it’s foul! Like decaying meat and wet grass. This isn’t the Hyatt.
“Fern… I don’t like it here, can we go? Fern… I, what’s that sound? This isn’t right. Where the hell are we? Fern, are you there? Fern… where are you…”
