Pose For Me

Dream

⚠️Gory descriptions A-H.E.A.D⚠️

The scary dreams are the dreams you know are worth chasing.

Its unnatural, the absence of Music, The choir of birds nor the chatters of human beings that is expect to hear everyday, It's silent. It's like everything has been silenced, all except the swarm of irritating insects buzzing around my ears brushing past them as they fly around in a hurried motion. My muscles shiver uncontrollably, a staggered breath escapes my lips, there is an awful rotting smell that flew into my nose making me gag out the scent. What is that? I can't feel any part of anything in my body, my mind is blank and I can't open my eyes, an involuntary whimper escapes my throat And it seemed to do the trick in awakening my brain. Within seconds I felt the blood travel through my veins to my fingers and toes, everything is still intact, and it seems so are all my limbs, Thank God. My whole body seems to be ok, yet I still can't open my eyes to confirm, A numbing ache in my right arm makes me shift slightly for a relief, I groaned at the feeling, It felt heavier than usual shifting my body to a comfortable state, my palm was met with an ice cold cement, Is that tile? The rotting smell was unbearable almost getting closer with every movement I made.

Moving was utter agony, my head suffered tremendously as each movement only angered the migraine that's thumping like a drum in my brain. The ground felt smooth yet icy, I finally sit up and winced hard at the pain hitting all my body at once, why am I in pain? Why can't I open my eyes? Even with that mysterious awful smell looming around, Repeated deep breaths helped me mentally swallow the physical pain, it didn't go away but it helped to accept it a little. I have no idea where I am or anything that happened, than I remembered; Maggie, Margaret and Amber. We made it to The Magic Mike Live concert, we walked inside and found our seats, we were laughing talking and - and, Everything else was a blur. My next move made me almost scream, My eyelids nearly tore from trying to open, what was this? What's happening? Like peeling off the tiny skin on the side of your finger my eyes felt like it was .. glued shut, the pain was indescribable.

Fear crept it's way to my mind and the unfamiliarity of this event raised my anxiety level tremendously and before I knew it the water works broke, the water falling helped to soften my tight lids, slowly letting them open up. An insect buzzed into my ear and The urgency to slap it off caused me to fling my eyes open to the unknown, cringing hard at the sight of the beaming suns rays, the migraine went from zero to a hundred in seconds, Resting my forehead on my palms until the pain subsided. Once again I proceeded to try and open my eyes but with more caution, I'm home? I'm laying on the ground, in my room, my beige tiled ground, The surroundings are exactly how it is, there is no denying it, I'm home.

My eyes flew to my body checking for any clues, everything is fine, my clothes aren't ripped, my underwear and bra were still on nothing torn nor torn, my hair is the same no bald patches, what the heck? Swarms of questions fly through my head, but the main ones were how did I get here, why and where were the girls? The mysterious smell finds its way to me again, my eyes skim everywhere until they follow where the flies were headed, it seems there is something rotting beside my bed, on the other side, I don't know wether to blame the chill in my spine by the sudden temperature drop or the goosebumps on my skin, I can hear my heart beat violently in my ear drums as my breath becomes visible the closer I crawled towards it, my chest thunders for the unknown, the closer I got the more unbearable the smell became.

Cupping my hands tightly around my mouth and nose as my eyes widened to saucers, the spinning of the room made the bile in my throat became to strong to hold back, everything within my system started malfunctioning, my breathing couldn't keep up with my heart rate, my body violently shook threatening to shut down, I couldn't scream or cry, upon seeing the nightmarish sight, peeled skin, tiny holes on every side of its face, the intestinal cords still hanging freely under the neck of the head, the severed head. Blood, so much blood, it's angled looking directly at me, lips peeled off revealing missing teeth and a bitten off tongue, my oxygen threatened to cut off on me, my heart rate felt inhumane, the eyes were opened showing the distant orbs that were ripped of life, there is something familiar about it, squinting my eyes a little closer, My brain finally clicked, this is ... before I could even speak, an involuntary blood curdling scream escaped my throat, my scratchy throat blistered from the scream.

Justin's Mistress.

The blonde petite intern he's been seeing.

Swarms of Flies flew past me intensifying the fear, What was she doing here? A surge of emotions overtook me, where was Justin? Why is she here? What happened? Did I? Just than a cellphone went off, Loudly, right next to me almost making me fling myself across the room like a cat. I couldn't take my eyes off the head nor did I want to answer the phone, I'm frozen solid shuddering every breath away, the tears would stop as I hugged my knees against my chest, the eerie feeling came back, someone was watching me. Once more the cellphone goes off, it rang, and rang, and rang, I couldn't move, A ping of the phone comes through, something tells me to just look at the message, my hands feel up the bed not wanting to look away from the head just in case it moved.

The phone felt cold and sticky, Furrowing my brows I hesitantly brought the phone to my eyes, cracked screen with dried blood on the seams, worst of all, it's not even my phone. My fingers shook so uncontrollably violent I thought they might fall off, finally removing my eyes from the head on my floor, I tried to analyze the screen, the dry smears made it impossible, it suddenly rang again earning a startle from me. An unknown number. I don't want to answer it, but maybe it's someone with a clue, I winced feeling my thumb slice from the broken glass, putting the phone on speaker I remain quiet, I'm scared to speak, neither I nor the person on the other end say anything for a few seconds.

A deep chuckle of a man makes me scream looking around the room in panic, my eyes finally land back on the phone when the chuckle turned into a velvet laughter as if amused by my stupidity. "It's rude not to say hello kotyonok" a Russian coated voice.

Rafael? No, his voice is more relaxed and the accent is thick and richer, tears start falling from my eyes involuntarily, my body stiffened at the intense feeling I suddenly got. I quickly shoot my finger to try and end the call.

"Do that and your friend here will die" a hard blow was then landed sickly on a screaming female. "Pl-Please, stop" the cracking voice of the woman pleading with her life made my tears fall harder, I recognized that voice, it's Amber. What happened? How could this be? I was about to say her name, "your trouble aren't kotyonok, you took one of ours now we're going to return the favor".

My head is spinning, took what? Talking seemed impossible, my body is frozen,

"It's Rafael you want right?" I couldn't help how my heart skipped a beat at his name, does he have him too? Whoever was on the phone with me. "I'll tell you what, you see that beautiful head next to you" my eyes immediately went back to the neglected severed corpse, Its eyes never left mine. " bring that to me at this location, it's a shame she was good at sucking d**k, you have twenty minutes to get here, if not -" Amber once again screamed a blood curdling cry as an awful crack made my stomach turn. "I think you get the memo" his thick Russian accent made it hard to get the last part, "oh, call the police everyone else will die" he ended the call And I felt paralyzed, everyone? As promised a text of the location was sent. Have I put everyone I love in danger? What happened? Praying this is a dream I cried and cried but I was on a timer, my next biggest challenge was how I was going to get myself to touch that thing.

I looked pale as a ghost, the beaming afternoon sun was ready to turn me to ashes, after nearly vomiting out all my contents, I felt light as a feather and numb. My brain just couldn't accept that everything was actually happening, hadn't it been for the black bag sitting in my trunk I would have thought it was all a dream, nothing In my house was damaged or broken, My car sat fine in the garage and running good with all its new tires. I wanted to call Justin or anyone but fear renders me still, I don't know who precisely he's keeping captive, or even if their in once piece. My heart crumbled as I Saw that I was being led to the other side of town, each mile made me shrink, the ac Wasn't enough to cool me down. I want to turn back and hide forever, but if everyone I love dies I'll be completely alone in this world, I didn't want the memories of them being killed by my selfishness to live on my hands, I wasn't strong enough.

Once more the bile in my throat rises as I saw the destination, Even in broad daylight the exterior of the rundown warehouse would make even the curious of tourists not want to go any where near it, The darkening mold on the corners to the fading out brown paint, but it was the energy it was giving off that made the red flags buzz like bees in my brain. My legs seemed to be malfunctioning today, I couldn't blame them, each step was In balanced and

un-calculated, the rocks crunched under my flats as my dress swayed freely in the wind that was pushing me the direction away from the Warehouse, that definitely didn't make it better, even nature is screaming at me to turn around.

The hairs on my neck stood, someone was watching me, my every move.

Making my way to the back of my car, retrieving the triple wrapped bag in my trunk, my movements paused as in the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something, it was than that I knew I was right to be on edge from the beginning. The same car that was following us that day was in the middle of three cars parked under the shade of the tall oak Tree shade; same license plate, same matte color, Same Rolls Royce, What else can I remember? It was still a blur. I never wanted to put my self into these situations, I never wanted to ever be I trouble with anyone, I've always wanted to spread the good, It's how I Chose to be a therapist. The closer I got to the building the more it seemed to grow bigger and darker, is this what entering the gates of Hell look like? I made it with three minutes to spare, tears cascade profusely down my cheeks as I stood in the front door, I wanted to turn away, I wanted to run, I can't do this, I can't, I'm scared.

Turning away a clicking sound made me my heart lurch, I've heard this sound before; In my fantasies with Rafael, and again in real life with that man. "You made it, Kitty" the deep voice again from the phone his Russian velvet coated voice almost made me feel warm , yet I can hear the darkness spewing within his tone. My movements were cautious I could feel the rocks turning to ashes under my heel as the pressure of my planted foot helped me turn slowly, the sight in front of me nearly made me collapse, looking up, before me was a beautiful Olive toned man, height and physic similar to Rafael, the way his wavy golden brown hair freely sway in the calming breeze, the thick five o clock stubble on his chin that are connected by his side burns, even with half of him submerged in the shadows behind him it wasn't hard to get lost in his Hazel green eyes with long lashes. The man looks amused at my hypnotized state he made it worse by smiling revealing his pearly whites.

However in my eyes alone, Rafael was the most beautiful man I've ever seen or wanted, that however changed considering every beautiful man that knows or are linked with him are dangerous. The man looks me up and down with dark eyes, analyzing, studying with an intensifying gleam I thought my clothes felt too tight suddenly. The ogling of the man came to a complete halt when He stepped out fully with blood coated hands, the tears proceeded to wet my cheeks with a whimper.

My body felt paralyzed as he reached a hand to my cheek painting them in red, "Don't cry" he breathed fruity breath fanning my face, the way the r sounds rolled off his tongue only intimidated me more, he chuckled each time I'd flinch at his sudden movements it isn't hard picking up the darkness that surrounded him, My eyes close afraid of anything unexpected, I felt his body heat move away from me allowing the cold air of the warehouse to hit my front, the trauma of peeling my eye lids at the beginning burned through my mind and I quickly flew them open at the sound of a creaking door.

He disappeared inside.

The warehouse nearly made my skin melt at the heat, my steps are precautious as I entered the dark and mysterious atmosphere, a familiar scent hits my nose, my movements got slower and with furrowed brows I pick in my brain where have I smelt this before, it than clicked, The coffee shop, The blonde man and the gun. The blonde man had a very distinctive smell to him, come to think of it so did this man, The bag in my hand started feeling heavier with a wet sound, I'm about to place it somewhere until a voice came through on my right, launching my heart down to my butt.

"Over here kitty" that rich coated voice says, there he stood in front of a door with white light filling the background scene, I don't want to pursue any further, I brought what he wanted now give me what I'm looking for so I can go, this situation makes me feel like a mouse against an elephant, no chance of survival at all. Even though I'm in a dangerous situation and every movement I made counts something wasn't right, This place was just too .. quiet, over the phone scream and conversations poured, yet the only sounds are my whimpers, I had three minutes to spare I hope I wasn't the only one keeping my end of the commitment.

Once more the door squeaked an awful sound, the rusty door made my presence known as a couple of big men Menacingly looked up at me pausing their conversations, my steps halted as more tears furiously fell from my face, I couldn't look at the men any longer their gaze were too intense, I am definitely in the wrong side of town. Subconsciously taking a step back as A louder scream escaped my throat I watched a large bald man with A scar over his eye started walking towards me, like a wolf growling as he exposes his canines spitting a yellow mucus sharply on the ground. My back meets the wall as I screamed crouching, soon both of them started to speed towards me and I almost passed out, A deep chuckle caused them to halt but the eyes never strayed from me.

"вниз, мальчики, она сочная, не так ли, Рафаэль убьет тебя, если ты прикоснешься"

I didn't know if it's my sick mind to even think of him at a time like this but I could have sworn he said Rafael's name. The men backed down but continued to size me up, "здесь котенок" his eyes look at me expectingly but I don't know if his words were directed to me "Forgive me Kitten, I meant in here" he opened the door wider, my signal to head in, in the background I spotted movement a blonde head appeared to be sitting, Amber? Rising cautiously my steps almost strides with joy, she's ok, she's alright, tears came down happily but once more I was a fool. It isn't Amber, No, I recognize those eyes, those eyes that have haunted me since that day of the coffee shop, it's the blonde man again, All black, ankle over knee, arm braced behind couch with a glass of Gold liquid in his other hand twirling it around.

The slam of the door behind me makes me jump and cowardly shrunk, I try not to look at the man next to me, his glistening bare torso was proof he prides himself on health, My insecurity crept up as my head tried to look away. He stands inches away from me arms crossed over chest, the body heat he emanated helps my ice cold body relax a bit, A very tiny bit. He takes the bags from my hand with a rough yet gentle grab, I let go immediately, even though my chances of this were slim to none I didn't want to go out too fast. He brings the bag over to the other man who I remembered was Rafael's brother and sits down on the couch with a dark chuckle.

The man opens the bag, even with his hair covering his eyes I could feel the anger building up, the look he gives back to me made me wish I had never been born, Blood lust, danger and death. It's over for me. He says nothing as he stands up slowly, my legs unconsciously move back but the look he flashed me in challenge told me if I move again I'll be delivered to my fiancé in pieces, if he was even alive.

I look down at his shoes until they come fully to my view, he's standing right in front of me,

"Look at me, pig" if it hadn't been for the danger that lurked in his voice I would have melted at his deep sultry voice coated with Russian descent. I barely managed to look up fully until a hard whip across my cheek made me tumble down on my side, I don't get a chance to recover from that before hard kicks land on my stomach repeatedly. My abdomen suffered greatly, the force lifted me up several inches off the ground scooting me back further, laughter is being heard in the background, I cough up an iron taste, I'm in agony, screaming only made the pain worse. I want to die but not this way, just end it with a bullet please, after about fifty in the same spot he paused. My vision gets blurry but before everything goes black I watched his figure crouch down to my view to mutter something.

“You will pay for that" he tells me and with that everything goes blank at his fist connected to my Face.