14
Rue
That night, I dream of Dryas.
Of his maniacal smiles, yes.
But I also dream of his ab muscles. That and the look in his eyes when he showed them off before he pulled out his c**k. In the dream, I’m massaged by strong hands while I look at his hardened abs.
It makes me… long for something, something that I can’t even name.
I wake up right as he pulls his c**k out. I’m sweating and shaking, not sure what I’m even doing. It’s easy to run through the list of reasons I shouldn’t be intrigued by Dryas. There are so many reasons to choose from.
He’s insane.
He’s a murderer.
He’s a kidnapper, too.
Most of all, I don’t want to fall into his web. This… this confusion on my part, this is exactly what he hoped for when he stole me away on my wedding day.
I lie on my bed, my breathing
