I was shaking in fear, my fingers were trembling as I faced the man. I knew I was dreaming, I could feel it. None of this was real. None of it! I needed to find a way to wake up.
The man, the stranger, stood tall in front of me. My eyes leveled with his boxed, muscular chest and I found myself to afraid to raise my head and meet with his eyes. Bile began forming in my throat and I swallowed it down.
His hands came on my body instantly and I screamed while trying to brush them off. It felt real. His hands. The way he touched me, it felt as it was a real. I kept reminding myself it was a dream—a nightmare and I just needed to snap out of it.
One of his hands parted away from my shoulders and clasped against my mouth, shushing me down. The following screams came out muffled and silenced.
“Don’t scream. I’m not going to hurt you.” He whispered.
It was dark, cold as ice and I was in the middle of the forest. I couldn’t see anything but I could feel the branches scratching underneath my bare feet, tearing into my skin and forming blisters as I fought against the stranger that had his hand over my mouth.
I pulled onto his wrist and dug my nails into his skin but it didn’t make a difference to him. He was like a brick and no strength was able to move him.
“Shh. I said I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t scream again.” He whispered into my ears while his face reached closer to me. I moved a couple of steps back and refrained my self from screaming anymore.
His hand parted from my face and I stayed silent while looking into the dark forest ahead of me. There was no one. Only him. He was standing right next to me with his tall figure and I was entrapped against a tree, unable to run to flee anywhere like I had always done.
This is a dream! I reminded myself once more.
“What do you want from me? Please, just let me go!” I cried while shutting my eyes tight and forcing myself to not look at him. I was too afraid to see him.
I couldn’t.
“You’re acting like I’m going to kill you.” He chuckled and it rang through my head, triggering my anger. “Look at me. Stop being so afraid. I’m just here to see you and talk to you. If you want me to leave, I’ll leave.” He continued, stretching his one arm and placing his hand on the side of my head.
I felt his body reaching closer to me and my back pressing against the rough, cold tree. He wasn’t going to let me go anywhere. He was trapping me and then he was surely going to kill me.
I needed to run.
“Please leave.” I murmured under my breath while still having my eyes shut tight. “Please. Just go! I don’t want to see you and I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Nah. I’m going to stay here,” He leaned closer and after a moment of nothing, I felt his fingers underneath my chin, pressing against my jaw and forcing me to open my eyes and look at him. “I’m not that ugly, babygirl. Just look at me. I’m not going to eat you. Well, I will but that’s later on. For now, I promise I won’t hurt you for as long as you listen to me.”
“Please.” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.
He took a deep breath and his body reached closer to mine. I felt his warmth inches away from my cold body. His breath trailed down my cheekbones and over my jaw.
In the moment, I slowly opened my eyes. A quiver ran down my spine as I looked at his face. It was nothing that I had ever imagined. Instead, it was completely different than the image I had in my mind.
A man with golden eyes, chest as wide as it could get and brown hair pushed back perfectly stood in front of me.
This was my nightmare?
It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible.
“I told you, I’m not scary…” He whispered, his perfect mouth moved as he spoke. For the longest I imagined who’s voice it belonged to and I always thought of some monster with horns attached to his head.
But the man standing in front of me looked nothing like that. Not even close.
“Who are you?” I asked again, wanting an actual answer this time. “Why can I see you? Why can I talk to you?” I rose my hand and with my fingers shaking in cold, I pressed them against his arm, feeling him. “How can I touch you? This is all a dream, isn’t it?” My brows furrowed as warm tears blurred my vision.
This all couldn’t just be inside my head. There had to be another explanation for all of this.
He lowered his gaze to my fingers and grabbed my hand, holding it to his chest. “You can see me because you are thinking about me. You can talk to me because I want to talk to you. And there is a lot more you can do than just touching me.” He explained, his voice raspy in my ears.
“Like?”
He placed his free hand over the side of my head, trapping me with his large frame. I felt small between him and the tree behind me. My heart thundered in my chest as the silence spread between us.
He moved my hand down, lowering it beyond my stomach and flattened it against my sex. My lips parted and I gasped.
“There is so much more, baby girl. You just have to let me in and it doesn’t matter if I can find you or not, you’ll have a great time sleeping and dreaming about me.” He moved his head between my neck, inhaling my scent and whispered in my ears words that I couldn’t tell if they were right or wrong.
A part of me believed it was right but the chaste part of me believed it was wrong.
He inhaled deeply before pressing his nose against my cheek. I turned sideways and closed my eyes shut while trying to understand what was happening. This was beyond the nightmares I was getting before. This all was getting a bit more real and I needed to snap out of it before I lost my mind.
“No, no.” I cried, shaking my head and waking up from the dream.