Alpha Biker's Doll

5

Seraphina

Stepping off the bus, a sudden gust of unfamiliar wind brushes against my face, filling me with a newfound sense of freedom. It's hard to believe that I've escaped the confines of the house where I went through abuse and torment. The thought of cooking, cleaning, and tending to everything no longer burdens me.

I am truly free. Taking a deep breath, a priceless smile spreads across my face, but now I must figure out my next steps and where to go from here.

Standing at the bus stop with my bag in hand, I scan the area, but there are no taxis or vehicles in sight to take me to a motel. With no other option, I start walking in the darkness, feeling the chill of the wind against my skin as I search for a ride. Despite several cars passing by, none of them stop to offer a lift. As the lights of an approaching vehicle grow nearer, I raise my hand in hope that this car will be the one to finally stop for me.

An idea strikes me to stand in the middle of the road, certain that someone would stop for me. However, a wave of concern washes over me, fearing they might accidentally run me over. Instead, I move to the side and notice two bikes approaching in my direction. Disappointed, I turn my face away until the bikes come to a sudden halt right in front of me. My breath catches as I see two muscular men getting off the bikes, and fear grips me.

"Do you need any help, miss?" one of the men asks in a deep, concerned tone. Shaking my head nervously, I turn away my gaze. "You look like you need a lift. Did someone hurt you?" They notice the wounds on my arms, and I feel a pang of shame as I realize that the other passengers on the bus were also staring at me in disbelief.

"No," I reply softly, trying to dismiss their concern. One of the men then introduces himself, "My name is Ryder, and we live nearby. Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We are good people. Let us help you." In the quiet of the night, with no cars passing by, I realize that going with them is my only option. Reluctantly, I agree to accept their help, hoping that their words are true.

With a single nod from me, the two men exchange a smile before I sit behind Ryder, gripping his shoulder tightly. He accelerates the sports bike smoothly, maintaining a steady speed that isn't too fast or slow. The other man follows us as we head towards a place that seems strange and unfamiliar to me. "This is our house," Ryder informs me as we arrive, and I nod in acknowledgment, getting off the bike with his assistance.

Entering the house with Ryder and Ethan, I take in my surroundings, finding the interior enveloped in darkness. The dim lights flickering in the living room cast eerie shadows, adding to the sense of anticipation. Fear grips me as I wonder if it was a mistake to have come with them.

Ryder breaks the silence, "You can sleep in my room upstairs. Tomorrow, I'll find a more suitable place for you. All the other rooms are occupied, and everyone else is asleep." Nervously, I follow Ryder upstairs to his room, my mind racing with uncertainty about what the next day will bring.

After Ryder leaves, I double-check that I am alone and safe before locking the bedroom door. Exhausted and overwhelmed with the events of the day, I collapse onto the bed without changing, too fatigued to even remove my shoes. The comfort of the bed quickly respite me to sleep, and I drift off into a deep slumber, hoping for a better tomorrow.

In my dream, Jacob and Julie are chasing me with knives in hand, their faces screwed up with twisted rage. Jacob accuses me of ruining his reputation, while Julie screams about her precious hair being cut. Fear grips me as I run for my life, torn between the satisfaction of getting my revenge and the terror of being harmed by them once more.

Suddenly, I jolt awake, heart racing, and realize that I am in an unfamiliar place. The remains of the nightmare linger, leaving me shaken and disoriented as I try to make sense of my surroundings in the dimly lit room.

Feeling a sense of curiosity, I decide to explore the house a bit further. As I exit my room and prepare to make my way down the hallway, the silence of the house continues to daunt me. There are no signs of any other people, no sound, and it makes me question if anyone actually lives here.

I pass by the room next door and, intrigued, I decide to push the door open. Darkness envelops the room, and I can't shake the feeling that the people living in this house are obsessed with darkness. With cautious steps, I enter the room, relying on the faint light filtering in from the slightly half-open door to guide my way.

In a sudden and frightening turn of events, I trip over an unseen object and crash to the ground with a painful thud. As I lift my gaze, my eyes widen in terror as I come face to face with a wolf standing before me. Its menacing growl reverberates in the room, saliva dripping from its jaws, and its hazel eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

With a gasp of horror, I scramble backward, fear coursing through my veins as I fear for my life. Adrenaline kicks in, and I manage to scramble to my feet, desperate to escape before the wolf can pounce and devour me. The realization sinks in that I am not alone in this dark and mysterious house, and danger lurks in every shadow.

As I struggle to catch my breath, I squint my eyes to get a better look at the figure before me. To my surprise, the wolf has vanished, and it's a person - a man who is now seated comfortably on the couch, staring at me with piercing eyes and a scorn etched on his face. My heart pounds in my chest as I try to make sense of this sudden change.

With a swift motion, the person pushes a nearby lamp, flooding the room with light that dismisses the shadows and reveals his features more clearly. I take a deep breath, relief washing over me as I realize that the menacing wolf was just an illusion, and the person before me is a human, one with an unsettling aura.