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hardens my words.
“Heather used to sleep in your room. When I realized I could pick up on people’s dreams in here, I started visiting her, she was my first. She had a few memories of me stored in her mind. I saw it myself, she knows who I am. I can’t really say much more other than that.”
“If that’s the case, then why weren’t you able to make her spill the truth?” I question.
“I was working on it, and then suddenly I couldn’t get to her anymore. I don’t know how she blocked me. I could see her, but I couldn’t get inside her mind. She moved out of the room shortly after to give the space to Lana. Lana told me that Heather said this room creeped her out, so she would take the guest room from then on.”
Makes sense I suppose, knowing how easily Heather is creeped out by the—unnatural.
“That brings me to another question. If you aren’t able to get escape the walls of this room, how were you able to get to me earlier, while I was asleep in the living room?”
“I’m not really sure. Tonight was the first night I have ever breeched the walls of this room. And trust me, I had to fight to get to you. There is something very different about you, Sydney—you strengthen me.”
“It’s my third eye,” I joke.
“Your what?” He looks confused.
“It’s a gift, kind of. I’m a photographer. I pick up on things most people overlook. That gives me a third eye, figuratively speaking. Not to mention, I’ve always been into ghosts and supernatural beings. It’s interesting.” I chew my bottom lip.
“I’ve never been seen outside this room, until you. You’re special.”
“I saw you in the courtyard the first night I was here. That’s not inside the room. I’m starting to get confused.”
“Not really, it was a mind trick. I was actually just sitting by the window. I told you, you wouldn’t have fallen.” He smirks. “It’s the nearest I can get to the real world. Sometimes when I open the window I think I can actually feel the wind blowing. Then I come back to my reality, I feel nothing.”
I resist the urge to comfort him again, fearing another rejection. I proceed with my questioning. “Can you hurt me—physically?”
“I didn’t think I could, but judging by that cut on your neck—I can. I can make you react to my actions, causing yourself harm indirectly.”
“Yeah, what was that knife thing all about? Are you violent or something?”
“Emotional overload—lust. That’s what I was talking about, when you’re overcome by lust you let your guard down. I didn’t cut you exactly, but I drove you to a place your body hasn’t felt before. Some of your own fantasies played a role. That knife was all you, Cupcake. I have to say though, you’re a lot kinkier than I expected,” he comments smugly.
I’m indescribably embarrassed as I find out this could have been part of my own fantasy.
“Didn’t Lana do the same thing, though? The kink stuff?”
“She was grasping at straws with Heather. When she started her flirty business, Heather was completely uninterested. She thought kink was something Heather might be into, that she might need to come on a little stronger. Not to mention, Lana was already into that kind of thing—pain.”
“Well, I’m certainly not into kink, and you’re sitting here telling me I dreamt up a knife and essentially hurt myself in my own dream. How do I know you aren’t lying and that you aren’t the one coercing this behavior—or even Lana’s behavior?”
“Because I’m not. Don’t under estimate yourself, Sydney. Seeing as how you’re just really starting to tap into your sexuality, there’s no telling what might come out of you. I was even shocked when you brought that knife into our little fantasy. It was fun playing along, I have to admit. I honestly thought you were a virgin, I never saw any memories of such occasion in your mind. I’m guessing I was way off.”
“How dare you! I’m not a virgin, not that it’s any
“Heather used to sleep in your room. When I realized I could pick up on people’s dreams in here, I started visiting her, she was my first. She had a few memories of me stored in her mind. I saw it myself, she knows who I am. I can’t really say much more other than that.”
“If that’s the case, then why weren’t you able to make her spill the truth?” I question.
“I was working on it, and then suddenly I couldn’t get to her anymore. I don’t know how she blocked me. I could see her, but I couldn’t get inside her mind. She moved out of the room shortly after to give the space to Lana. Lana told me that Heather said this room creeped her out, so she would take the guest room from then on.”
Makes sense I suppose, knowing how easily Heather is creeped out by the—unnatural.
“That brings me to another question. If you aren’t able to get escape the walls of this room, how were you able to get to me earlier, while I was asleep in the living room?”
“I’m not really sure. Tonight was the first night I have ever breeched the walls of this room. And trust me, I had to fight to get to you. There is something very different about you, Sydney—you strengthen me.”
“It’s my third eye,” I joke.
“Your what?” He looks confused.
“It’s a gift, kind of. I’m a photographer. I pick up on things most people overlook. That gives me a third eye, figuratively speaking. Not to mention, I’ve always been into ghosts and supernatural beings. It’s interesting.” I chew my bottom lip.
“I’ve never been seen outside this room, until you. You’re special.”
“I saw you in the courtyard the first night I was here. That’s not inside the room. I’m starting to get confused.”
“Not really, it was a mind trick. I was actually just sitting by the window. I told you, you wouldn’t have fallen.” He smirks. “It’s the nearest I can get to the real world. Sometimes when I open the window I think I can actually feel the wind blowing. Then I come back to my reality, I feel nothing.”
I resist the urge to comfort him again, fearing another rejection. I proceed with my questioning. “Can you hurt me—physically?”
“I didn’t think I could, but judging by that cut on your neck—I can. I can make you react to my actions, causing yourself harm indirectly.”
“Yeah, what was that knife thing all about? Are you violent or something?”
“Emotional overload—lust. That’s what I was talking about, when you’re overcome by lust you let your guard down. I didn’t cut you exactly, but I drove you to a place your body hasn’t felt before. Some of your own fantasies played a role. That knife was all you, Cupcake. I have to say though, you’re a lot kinkier than I expected,” he comments smugly.
I’m indescribably embarrassed as I find out this could have been part of my own fantasy.
“Didn’t Lana do the same thing, though? The kink stuff?”
“She was grasping at straws with Heather. When she started her flirty business, Heather was completely uninterested. She thought kink was something Heather might be into, that she might need to come on a little stronger. Not to mention, Lana was already into that kind of thing—pain.”
“Well, I’m certainly not into kink, and you’re sitting here telling me I dreamt up a knife and essentially hurt myself in my own dream. How do I know you aren’t lying and that you aren’t the one coercing this behavior—or even Lana’s behavior?”
“Because I’m not. Don’t under estimate yourself, Sydney. Seeing as how you’re just really starting to tap into your sexuality, there’s no telling what might come out of you. I was even shocked when you brought that knife into our little fantasy. It was fun playing along, I have to admit. I honestly thought you were a virgin, I never saw any memories of such occasion in your mind. I’m guessing I was way off.”
“How dare you! I’m not a virgin, not that it’s any
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