Thirty | 40 days, 9th hour
There's something heavy on my neck, so I force myself awake and open my eyes, trying to sit up but that heavy thing is keeping me down. Pinning me down onto the bed and pillows. "Cain?" But it isn't Cain. It's the masked man from the day before. I try to push him off me but my hands aren't moving at all. It's like he's draining the energy out of me. And then I remembered Cain's words. This guy is an ESP. He has the ability to take other's sixth sense by contact, and also their life source. So here I am, trying to push him off, while he's draining every bit of life I have left. "Stella!" My eyes shot open, my breathing hard and fast. I sit up and try to grasp what happened. It was just a dream. A silly, non-real dream. Or was it? Sitting up, Cain's hazel eyes focused on me, he asks m
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