The only way to describe the way I feel right now is otherworldly.
That’s the only explanation.
Maybe I did die. Maybe I’m just living in this world that I’ve created in my mind because I’ve gone insane.
But as Luka smirked, placing his hands on my inner thighs and spreading me wider, I felt everything. His tongue continued torturing me in slow, languid strokes, and no matter how hard I fought against his grip; It was fruitless.
It felt too real to be a figment of my imagination. But I’d also learned that my imagination could stray, taking me to the darkest corners of my mind, and holding me hostage there until I woke up screaming, coated in a thin layer of sweat with my heart racing.
“This is real?” I nodded as if I was questioning him, my voice trembling from the overload of ple
