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“Kassandra. I demand that you give me everything. Every single inch of you.”
I whimpered.
My vision wavered and my hearing dimmed, as though I was trapped, deep in the ocean.
Again, I saw myself on the cross, only this time, I was bent over, and he was fucking my ass. I saw the red marks of the whip all over my body and I began to sob as I felt the sting of each one. My ass clenched, and I felt him stretching my tight hole once more and it was just as humiliating as it had been the first time. I watched, almost in a fascinated horror as his massive cock slid into me, over and over again. It was surreal. I was watching this from afar, but I could still feel everything he was doing to me. Fractured into two pieces, fated never to be whole again.
I was terrified.
My eyesight wavered again, and I found myself back in my bedroom.
“Kass! Please come back!” Donna screamed, and Markos faded away. Her green eyes stared down at me with fear.
I shook my head and rubbed my eyes.
“That was a fucked-up dream,” I said sleepily.
“You’re damn right. You were just lying there, rocking back and forth while you clutched your head, whimpering the whole freaking time. It was fucking terrifying,” Donna exclaimed.
“How long have I been asleep?” I asked, trying to change the subject. The more these hallucinations occurred, the more uneasy I became.
“Just over two days. It’s Sunday, early afternoon,” Donna replied. She was trying not to appear too anxious, but she wasn’t doing a particularly good job of it.
“Wow. I guess I was really tired.”
“Yeah. You slept solid until now. Must have been some nightmare, though, to wake you up.”
I nodded.
“You could say that,” I replied.
“You’re sure you’re okay, Kass?”
“I’m good, Donna. It was just a dream. Where’s Nicole?”
“She was at her boyfriend’s for the last day or so, but I think I heard her messing around in the kitchen a little while ago. She was asking about you,” Donna answered. She made a face. “You know, she’s kind of a bitch.”
I chuckled. Little did she know how right she was. With a smirk, I climbed out of bed, trying not to visibly wince when I felt the soreness in my ass, either from the whip, the belt, or his cock, I didn’t know.
“Want to go get some breakfast, or lunch, I guess? I don’t really want to deal with her today,” I suggested, and Donna nodded.
“Let’s get out of here. I was going a little stir crazy watching you sleep,” she replied.
The two of us changed. I threw her an extra pair of jeans, and I pulled on a pair myself. We left my apartment, and luckily, we didn’t run into Nicole along the way. Just down the block was a small family-run diner. Donna dragged me straight to it, opening the door and pulling me along until the two of us slid into a booth. In no time at all, a slim brunette waitress had taken our order. She brought us coffee and I took a sip, sighing with pleasure at the taste.
“How are you feeling?” Donna asked hesitantly.
“I’m alright,” I answered, not knowing what else to say.
We were quiet for a little while and the waitress brought our food. I dug in, masking the sounds of our silence with my meal. I had ordered pancakes and sausage, comfort food for my whirling mind, but it didn’t calm me.
Instead, I began to hear screams and moans, the sounds of flesh smacking flesh, and more cries of pleasure and pain. I tried to ignore it, but they grew louder. It was starting to hurt my head.
If I wasn’t careful, Donna was going to think I was losing my mind.
I blinked, and I swore I felt someone’s fingers in my hair. They felt like Markos’, powerful, sure, controlling. They felt evil.
Donna stared at me, suspicion in her eyes.
