CHAPTER 18. HAUNTED BY MY NIGHTMARES
HARA
LUCID NIGHTMARES.
That's what they call it. Because in the nightmare I'm having at the moment, I'm aware that I'm dreaming, that I'm having another nightmare. And they weren't just any random nightmares, they were a reoccurrence of my past with Roland.
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I'm walking down a lonely alley with a bag of groceries. I took this route to get home faster. Roland texted me half an hour ago that he was hungry and I should get my ass back home quickly. I almost bolted out of the mall at his text but I was yet to buy half the things I needed. I tried to be a lot faster, but it's been half an hour already. I'm terrified of what his reactions would be that I hadn't returned home at the exact time I got the text. I have to hurry back.
I started sprinting and in a few minutes, I was approaching my doorstep. When I turned the doorknob and walked in, I thought he'd left. There was no sign of him.
I heaved in relief and shut the door. Just then, I felt a hard pull on my hair and I got slapped so hard to the face.
”You bitch! Do you know how long I've waited, huh?!“ He slapped me again and this time, I crashed to the floor.
“Please, Roland. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take so much time. I–“ A scream escaped me as he yet gave me another slap.
“Shut the fuck up, liar. You think I don't know what you've been up to? You whore!“
“What? No, Roland. No. Why would you call me a whore? I'm not–“ Again, I was cut off as he whipped me so hard with his belt. I was screaming and pleading but he continued his assault on my skin.
He stopped, and tied the belt around his hand, “There, that should teach you a big lesson. The next time you ignore my text because you were busy flirting around, I'll choke you out with this belt,“
I couldn't get up from the floor. My body was in so much pain. I wished someone would butt in and save my ass. But no one came, just like always. I'm alone in this hell.
“Get the fuck up and move your ass to the kitchen!!“ He ordered, hitting my face with the hand that had the belt tied around it.
I spat out the blood that had clogged my mouth from the hard impact of his blow. Slowly, I struggled to my feet and carried my groceries into the kitchen.
I was trying so hard to be faster at what I was doing, but my body has just been abused in such a cruel manner. There was no way I could ignore the pains threatening to tear down my soul.
Just how long do I have to be his punching bag? How can a man be so aggressive and downright physical with a woman? What kind of a monster is this? I wept.
“Do it faster, slowpoke!!“ He pushed my head roughly. I wished he didn't have to join me here in the kitchen. Now I'm going to be more frightened and shaky.
“Okay,“ I whimpered and tried to be as fast as I could. I was done emptying the bag and went over to the sink to wash the dishes from our earlier meal.
“My God, what's taking so long?!“ He yelled out impatiently, coming to stand next to me.
I was crying more now with him so close to me. “Roland, please. I'm being as fast as I can,“
“It's not fast enough,“ He retorted, splashing the soapy water on my face. “Get your ass to work, clumsy!!!“
“Okay…“ I began washing faster and with my trembling hands, it was difficult to hold the plates tightly so one of them slipped and broke.
“Fuck! Look what you just did!” He raked and kicked me so hard that I fell into the broken pieces of the plates.
“Ouch–“ I winced at the stinging pain from where the pieces pierced into my skin. Blood rolled down from the pierced areas of my skin.
“You're so stupid and clumsy! Who in her right mind would let a plate break?! Do you know how much that costs?!“
“I'm, sorry, Roland. I didn't mean to break it.“ I was already back on my feet and back to trying to wash off the remaining dishes.
”Maybe I should teach you how to do these things right,“ He said. I hadn't seen him grab a knife until he was tearing my dress into shreds.
“Roland!“
“Shut the fuck up!“ He continued destroying my dress until they were just pieces of fabric and all fell to the floor. I was left in just my panties and my bra.
“Please…“
“Now get to work!!“ He spanked my ass so hard. I nodded frantically and continued washing. I was done with the plates and the cups.
It was just the cutleries left. I was washing one of the knives when he snatched it away from me.
“Oh Goddess, please don't stab me with that,“ I shifted away, but he pulled me back.
“If I wanted to stab you, I would have done it already, tramp!“ He hissed. “Get back to work!“
I couldn't focus on my washing as I dreaded what he might do to me with that knife.
“Don't worry, I'm just gonna make a passageway in your panties for my dick to slide into your asshole,“ He said amusedly, slitting my panties with the knife. “If you can't give me actual food, then you should give me your ass to feed on instead,“
I was a tad relaxed that he wasn't trying to stab me. But I was also frightened of what was coming next.
I felt his hard dick forcing its way into my asshole. I bent forward, trying to make it easier for him.
“Good girl, that's how I like it.“ He laughed, as his dick settled in nicely into my asshole.
He didn't even wait a second before he started thrusting in and out of me at a very fast pace.
“Fuck, Roland, take it easy,“ I whimpered, shutting my eyes as he destroyed my insides with his hard thrusts.
“Yes, Baby, say my name. Tell me you love it when I fuck you so hard,“ He grunted, slapping my cheeks and holding my hips to be able to thrust harder.
My legs were trembling badly at the pace he was going. I couldn't keep on standing so I held on to the counter.
“Oh fuck, this is good. I love your ass better.“ He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his midriff, as he thrust harder and harder.
“Gosh, Roland. Ouch, fuck, fuck… ahhhh … fuck… take it easy,“ I was saying all sorts of things through clenched teeth. My hold on the counter was almost slipping but I held on tighter.
He finally let go of my legs and made me bend over the counter again. This time, he pushed my head into the sink which had soapy water in it.
I wasn't quick to shut my eyes so the water had already made its way into my eyes before I forced my head up.
He began thrusting his dick into my asshole again, and I was screaming from the stinging pains in my eyes and from the pains of what he was doing to my asshole.
“Do you want me to cum inside your asshole?“ He asked, still fucking me. He wouldn't even let me catch my breath at all.
“Do whatever pleases you…“ I replied politely, amidst my screams.
He finally took his dick out of my asshole and forced me to my knees.
“Take me!“ He ordered.
I immediately began sucking his dick. He wouldn't even let me take it easy and nice. He forced all of it into my mouth and held my head, making me suck him fast.
I was sucking and my hands were teasing his balls. I knew Roland too well and how he loved to be given a head.
Soon, my mouth left his shaft and moved to his balls. I twirled my tongue around his scrotum and he jerked, tightening his hold in my hair.
“Mmmm…ah…fuck…Hara, you so good,“ He moaned. His breathing was coming out hard and fast.
His moans fuelled up my enthusiasm and I went in to lick his balls. I savored each of them and he was moaning like never before. I sucked on both balls and his legs grew feverish at my sucks.
“Oh…bitch…I think I'm gonna cum soon…“ He moaned in a rough, husky voice.
My lips left his balls and dived in for his raphe, giving it soft, flurry kisses. He went wild with screams, almost going on his knees but steadying himself again.
I knew my job was almost done so I went back to sucking his dick, but let my fingers sinfully play with his balls. I rubbed my thumb smoothly at his perineum and his hips buckled. He went into a frenzy, screaming he was cumming. And right there, I felt the hot cum spill inside my mouth. I wasn't a fan of licking cums, but Roland wouldn't have it any other way. So I licked up every bit of it.
He flicked his dick on my face and the remaining cum spilled all over me.
“There, much better,“ He giggled satisfactorily and zipped up his dick. He dragged me up and made me face the counter again. “Start washing,“ He gruffed.
I was about to turn on the faucet when he grabbed my boobs.
“Roland, please. Let's continue later,“ I pleaded. I couldn't keep up with these anymore.
“Are you refusing to give me your body?!“He asked furiously. Then forcefully grabbed my boobs again and was squeezing them so roughly. “I don't care if you're in pain, I'm still gonna have my pleasure.”
His hand held on to my left boob while the other hand slid into my panties, stroking my clit.
Just then, I heard someone calling out my name repeatedly. The voice was strong and held a strong dose of determination.
I was confused. This wasn't part of the usual nightmare. Usually, Roland would fuck me with his fingers, and then, fuck me with his dick. In the end, he'd slit my arm with the knife.
No one ever came to my rescue, not in reality nor my nightmares. But the voice kept calling out to me. And soon, the door burst open and the Alpha-prince was running in.
*
Just then, I thrashed up from my bed, panting heavily at the nightmare I just had. My alarm had just gone off, but the sky was still gloomy like it was night. And the rain was still falling.
I held on to my duvet as the nightmare I just had flashed through my mind. Again, he'd invaded my nightmares. He'd come to my rescue, and I wasn't sure what to make out of it. What does it imply? Why does he keep butting in?
I was uneasy, confused, and scared. Today, I'll be back to working in the bar. The thought of seeing him again had me curled up in distress. Dear goddess, what is this? Why does he keep invading my nightmares? I needed to know. I needed answers.