35. Faster! Yes. Faster

**Emara Stone**

The whole corridor shakes as I follow him. The walls almost fall on me and the floor below my feet sinks down wherever I step. I carefully walk after the giant as the building quivers on the verge of collapse. But to my surprise, the broad human walks calmly as if nothing in the world can stop him to pee.
We pass through the door, that screams and yells at me to go faster.
*'Faster! Yes. Faster'*
I nod and walk faster after the guy as he turns right and takes me to a grim valley of dim lights. My steps halt as I see him walking inside the low illuminated gangway that has tiny yellow lights gleaming from the ceiling.
The green-eyed guy turns around and I gasp at his roguish clenched face. His expressions are raw. He stares at me with the look that he can either make me scream with his tongue or a knife. *So dangerous.*
With my wobbly steps, I stand in front of him in the gloomy hallway. I erratically breathe as his noxious eyes flickers down to the superman, who is sitting on my chest, without any seat belts.
I lick my dehydrated lips, and he immediately looks away. He turns towards the hypnotic spiral of stairs that disappears midway in the darkness. *Oh god, here I come.*
I gulp nervously and step on the stairs that are swinging in the air like Aladdin's carpet. But the big tough guy climbs smoothly on the floating steps with no efforts that lead us into more darkness.
*Where is he going? And why am I following him?*
Numerous hands emerge from the brick wall and catches me from falling down. "Oh, thank you." I thank the walls as they hold me carefully while I climb the dangerous spasm of deadly stairs.
With heavy panting and struggle, I finally reach the top. Surprisingly, the floor is strangely silent and darkly illuminated. The music is faintly being played in the background, knowing we are far away from the party.
I walk after the guy that walks to the end of the hallway and opens the last black door. He waits for me to enter, and as soon as I walk in, pitch black darkness welcomes us. For a second I was confused whether my eyes were open or closed as the blackness prevails from all sides.
I wish I had followed my mother's advice to eat carrots when I was a child, so I could see better in dark. But now I regret it, as I can't even see oxygen, nitrogen, helium gases or a flying fuck in the air.
The room is dark, like my future.
*Thud*
My heart pounds loudly as I hear the bang of the door behind me. I look back and see the door is closed, locking us in the darkness. Chills run through my veins as I feel his arm brush my shoulder, while he walks past me, deeper into the inky black room.
Somewhere in the back of my head, Ana yells and reminds me of her warnings, but my mind is preoccupied by the cold vibes the room is leaking. Suddenly a small red bulb illuminates that spreads its redness slowly in the darkroom.
To my right, a bright white light emits where he stands grabbing the knob of the door to keep it open. But my eyes couldn't shift away from him. He is like the elephant in the room, can't avoid, can't ignore.
His broad shoulders accentuates his hefty body that could knock down all Marvel super heroes. If he ever yelled at me, I'll cry. I'll first pee in my pants then cry like a little bitch I am.
And then I look up, it is too dark to read the expression in his eyes, but I know they are firmly focused on me. I walk towards him with my tiny legs and stare at him in a haze. His eyes roll back to his head as he twitches his jaw to the side. *Oh, the room!*
I peek inside the light emitting space, and see white marble on walls and floor. In the corner, there is a glass cabin with shower heads in each corner, and a jacuzzi tub that is equal to my bed.
*Woooahh! It's a bathroom.*
Everything floats in my vision as I step in. The washbasin, expensive looking cabinets with multiple towel set and some high-tech toilet from James Bond era. But why does everything wobbles-wobbles?
I jolt in fear as the door closes behind me. Then I see my wobbling reflection in the ten feet tall mirror. There are two Emara standing, both of them look hot, wild and 3 months pregnant.
The bump in my stomach makes me look like I am carrying twins. The pressure makes my knees week and I immediately walk towards the toilet to empty my tank.
"Oh God!" I moan in satisfaction as my bladder empties, shrinking back to its flat shape. "This feels so fucking good."
I walk to wash my hands in the silver-plated sunken basins. My vision keeps distorting. The marble changes color from white to pink, then to purple. Flowers peek out from the corners that flirtatiously smile and seductively wave their petals at me.
If this is a dream, it needs to be in the Guinness World Records book of weird dreams.
I shake my head in a no as the sunflower floats towards me for a kiss. "I have a boyfriend." I lie. But like the flower seems illiterate as it slowly strides towards me with heart eyes and pouted lips.
I can't move my legs or my eyes away from the glowing flower that is swaying its leaves sexily at me. It slowly rubs its stems and branches on my body making orgasmic faces. *What kind of weird sorcery is this?*
FUCK FUCK FUCK! I immediately turn around to leave before I get deflowered by the sultry flower. *What the fuck I ate before sleeping?*
I shoot the door open and shut it behind me. If I could, I would have welded the door forever with iron bars and dragon fire. I huff and pant as I take a moment to calm my throbbing heart and pulses. *Phew! That was close.*
Suddenly my skin feels cold and appears crimson red, as if I bathed in blood. Then it hits me, its the red bulb glowing in the room that turned everything into ruby red.
"Are you done?" I hear a deep masculine voice.
My heart pounds heavily in my chest as I slowly turn around and come face to face with the ungodly mortal viking sitting at the corner of the huge bed with silk sheets. His fingers are locked on knees while his eyes gawk me intensely.
He stares at me as if he wants to either eat me on bed or eat me on a plate, but cannot decide.
I gulp loudly as I observe it is just him and I, alone in a dark red room. I feel the tension building up in my stomach as if I am standing naked and vulnerable in front of a wild, feral animal.
"What is your name?" His voice was low and hypnotically seductive.
"Em-ara." My lips move on their own as if they are possessed to follow his commands. Dominance is overflowing from his skin like a predator. I take deep breaths to stand calmly in front of him, and ignore the heavy thumps in my core.
*Yep! Definitely Big Dick energy.*
"Em...Ara..." He leisurely speaks as if checking how my name tastes on his lips. I lick my dry lips as he slowly scrutinizes me, looking at my uncovered thighs, then back at me, "How do you know Ryan?"
*Ryan? That pig monster!*
"We-e study in same college." My voice echoes in the deafening silent room. His thick eyebrows twitch up as he gives me a frosty nod and asks, "Which year?"
Why is he so interested in Ryan? I know he is hot, *but why?*
"He is in fourth year. Last year of his-" He abruptly cuts me off as he speaks without delicacy, "Not him." And growls in an icy voice, "You!"
"ME?" My heart sinks in my bladder and I shriek in panic.
He tilts his head while eyeing the architecture of my body. "Yes, you." He repeats in a husky tone as he studies me intriguingly.
My titties jiggle just listening to his deep voice.
"I-m- am in first year." My voice comes out tiny and shy, as if I am revealing my cup size to him.
Blood rushes to my cheeks, and I blush in the red room. I starkly look back at his green jade eyes and my heart begins to beat so fast I am sure it would simply stop if he keeps on staring at me.
*Is he interested in me? Or interested in Ryan?*
I clear my throat and casually ask, "What is your name?"
My pulse raises as his eyes get darker and a smirk appears on his lips as he softly purrs, "It’s Dakota, love."