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This is blissful. This is how it always should be but I know that when I wake up, it won’t be like this anymore. He pulls his face away from me and then I feel his hand cup me under my head. He’s searching for something, examining me almost like he’s looking for a bump or maybe some bleeding.
Sighing as if he’s relived, he turns the both of us around and he’s so strong that I feel like a feather. Duh...why wouldn’t I. Of course everyone’s weightless in dreamland. He carries me through the alley and the wind is biting which is strange because everything should be perfect in a reverie but then again, I shouldn’t complain.
I’ll take whatever I get as long as he stays, as long as he doesn’t dissolve right in front of me like fantasies always do. And my fingers curl as if I somehow will be able to make him stay out of sheer will.
He’s murmuring something under his breath and I can’t quite tell if he’s satisfied or agitated about something. I want to open my mouth and ask him but at the same time I don’t want to do that because maybe he’ll put me down and I want to stay in his arms.
I’m vaguely aware of the sounds in the distance. Sirens, cars, loud, obnoxious music and people’s chatter but the sounds get lower and lower, like we’re moving away from them. Like we’re moving in a direction where they can’t reach us.
And I feel a thrill in my body at the thought of me and the dream man being somewhere all on our own. Where is he taking me?
Not that it matters where he takes me, I’ll go wherever he goes as long as I don’t have to wake up. My eyes shudder beneath my lids because suddenly everything is so dark, like there used to be some light at least, some light from lampposts, from the closed windows of people’s home.
Now there is nothing. Now it’s so dark that it feels like a blanket has been pushed over my face or as if all the stars have gone out. There’s a sound of something opening, maybe a trunk but then he mutters something to himself and it closes again.
I want to get that light to come back because the dreamer controls the dream right?...And now it’s not so dark anymore but I feel some space between my body and his and it makes me panic.
I reach for him like I’ll die without him and I feel his lips against my throat, reassuring me that he’s not going anywhere and I dare to let go. I’m pushed into a space, on a seat and maybe this is a car. Yes, of course it’s a car. It’s the vehicle that he’ll use to transport us to our secret place.
He fidgets with something and my body is so heavy and lethargic that I can’t help him with whatever he’s doing but then I feel something pull over my chest. Maybe a seatbelt. How funny...and what a bizarre, little detail to have in a dream.
We can’t get into a crash so I don’t understand the point of it but I don’t want to make a fuss. Maybe he’ll get upset then and go away. There’s a sound of the car door closing but then another one opens and I smile when I feel him getting in.
He’s right beside me, he hasn’t left me and it calms me down so much that when he strokes my face with his hand, I let out a low whimper.
“Daphne,” he says. He knows my name. Of course he knows my name. He knows everything. That’s why he’s here because he knows I didn’t feel safe and now he is here to make it all better again. His voice is strained but I love the sound of it. If his voice had a color it would be black. And if his voice had an emotion, it would be a warlike love. “You’re mine now.”
Yes. Yes, I am.
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It’s comfy. Nice, squishy cushions. There’s a soft bed and a warm duvet is lying thick over my body. A smile crosses my lips and it’s the smile of someone who suddenly feels very secure. I don’t want to wake up because then the man in my dream will disappear but I can’t stay sleeping forever.
I feel my lids flicker and my full consciousness comes at me in full force and my eyes flare open. There’s an unknown ceiling, a marble chandelier and when I lift my head, the first thing I see is a closet. One with mirrored doors and my own confused and alarmed face stares back at me.
What is this? This isn’t my apartment, not my bed. Wha...what the heck happened last night...?
Gasping I sit up, pulling the duvet to my chest and I look around in shock. I’m at somebody else’s house. In a room that I’ve never been in before. A room with dark gables, arched windows and snow is leisurely falling outside.
It is daylight. And I’ve just woken up in an unfamiliar place. My heart volts in my chest and my emotions rise into a crescendo. My breaths aren’t breaths but more like pants.
Have I been kidnapped?
By the man who I thought only existed in my dream? But it wasn’t a dream. It’s real. That man who was in the alley with me has abducted me.
My stomach turns and panic spikes my veins and I clench down on my jaw to not let out an earth shattering scream. Whoever kidnapped me could still be here. A part of me wants to stay and not find out because I’m scared to find him. Scared to look into his eyes and see depravity and hostility and know that I have to fight him if I want to survive.
Swallowing I slowly get out of bed, tensing when it slightly creaks. I glance at the open door but nobody comes barging in. Whoever he is, at least he didn’t touch me or at least I don’t think he did.
I’m still in the same clothes I wore yesterday. They’re wrinkly but my skirt isn’t ripped and the buttons on my blouse haven’t been opened and my blouse is still tucked into my skirt. I look around, finding my flat shoes neatly placed by the bed and I quickly put them on. I’m going to need them for when I run out, when I run away from...
Where am I exactly?
Walking over to the windows, I look out but I don’t recognize my surroundings. This house, or frankly this mansion is surrounded by tall spruces. Only in the very distance can I see some smoke coming out of the chimneys. I don’t know this place and I don’t even think I’m still in my hometown.
I’m not aware of how long the drive was because I completely passed out after he put me in the car. I shudder when remembering how he stroked my face and I feel my stomach drop when remembering how much I enjoyed his touch.
How eager I was to go wherever he goes. But had I been fully conscious I would have fought him despite his disarming presence. Lifting my hand, I touch the back of my skull and the area is tender but luckily I only have the slightest bump.
