Prologue
UNKNOWN
I open my eyes and stare into the black abyss. A faint red glow pulses in the distance as my eyes begin to adjust. This isn’t my home. This isn’t safe.
Where am I?
“Hello?” I call out, my voice echoing back to me like a beacon of emptiness.
Nothing.
I try to lift my legs first, my arms, my head. But each time, I’m met with a suffocating weight, forcing me back down.
This isn’t right.
“Uh, uh, uh, not so fast, little toy. I’m not finished with you yet.” A sinister yet feminine voice startles me from my thoughts, wrapping around me like a snake before it devours its prey.
My world fades to black, and I feel safe again.
CHAPTER 1
Aisling
Iwake to the sound of feet stomping above me and what I assume to be furniture being dragged across the floor. I swear this is like the fifth time this week they’ve done this. Ahh, good old apartment living–shit’s not for the weak. I grab my phone and roll out of bed before heading to the bathroom.
I’m not looking forward to today. Shit, I don’t look forward to most days. Stuck at a mindless job, doing daily mundane tasks I never asked for, and being surrounded by people who I swear don’t understand me most of the time. It’s not that I’m unlikable, it’s just that I’ve never quitefit in.
The conversations always begin well, but most endin an awkward silence that makes me want to crawl into my skin and never talk to anyone again.
But I always do. I have to.
I start the shower and throw my dark hair up into a messy bun as warm steam begins to fill the room. I’ve always loved showers, but the actual process of taking one is a war I’ll always have with myself. The changes from being cold to wet to hot to cold makes my skin crawl just thinking about it, so I take my time.
I eventually get in, soaking up every ounce of hot water until there's nothing left but a cold chill running down my body.
I guess it’s time to get out.
Grabbing my fluffy black towel, I wrap myself up and slip on my plague doctor slippers as I hear my phone go off.
Tyler: Skatepark and sesh tonight?
It’s almost too easy. Smoke with them, tease them alittle, take what I want from them, then leave. They always come back for more.
It’s not that I’m the prettiest girl by far, I just don’t care about shit. But for whatever reason, these boys seem to love that. I don’t ask for much, just a smoke and fuck sesh. Easy for me and them.
Me: Sure.
I’m just a dream to keep in the shadows.
CHAPTER 2
Ronan
“Fucking, seriously,” I groan as I reach over, grabbing my phone from my nightstand. The screen tells me it's time to wake up but why did it have to be right when shit was getting good.
This hot goth girl had her lips around my dick and I was about to finish all over her tits, but not any-fucking-more.
Dreaming isn’t a normal thing for me, but for the past few weeks, this girl has been finding her way to me… Every. Single. Night.
