PROLOGUE:
I'm twisted.
In my sheets and deep in my insides.
Stuck in the "Fun House" of deceited dreams. Red lights and twinkles of black shadows crowd the empty hallways. Abstract decor is my enemy, and moist thoughts are my nightmare illusions. A symphony of circus music drifts through the tension. Humming for the clowns to appear.
I'm alone.
No real entertainment but the terror of my fears. Framed mirrors line the dark corridor. Fake images are distorted through every reflection. Each step I take mimics an evil laugh. I can't speak breathless, but I continue through the maze of mirrors.
I stop suddenly.
My Reflection.
She stands before me in pain or suffering need. Her fingers spread out wide, digging into the foggy glass. Her nails bite through the screeching mirror. Her eyes wide and mouth parted mid scream. Her sheer nakedness glistens, bucking through these tremors.
I'm so fucking frightened.
I'm unable to move!
Through her struggle, she rests her forehead against the mirror, closing her eyes. A single tear slowly leaks out and drips down her cheek. She surrenders to the sudden contractions and her breast sways in damp defeat. Again and again, overwhelmed and overpowered. She rolls until her eyes fly open and her face crumbles. A scream so silent, I breathe for her.
A hand!
The hand creeps between her breasts, gripping her throat. It's squeezing her through her cries, holding her shuddered frame, until one long stiff finger lifts, pulling her jaw down. Exposing her lips wide to release her shrilled voice. It shakes the reflective glass.
Red irises.
Peeks through her wet hair. Bright white teeth blinded against her shoulder. Smirking by his red lips puckered to her skin and tortured with crippled bitten kisses. His tattooed knuckles flex tightly against her throat, gripping her through his pistol thrusts, fucking her so deep till her breast suction against the glass.
I whimper.
We connect eyes, as he stands taller, shifting his authority. His red smirk twisted and hollow. His eyes glow as he penetrates his power. He's ripped beyond the ink that swirls across every inch of muscled skin. Purposely possessing her orgasms as she quivers begging through her releases. She screams, and his red lipped teeth flash, barely fit with control.
I jump at his hand!
He bangs against my reflection, leaving his large handprint that burns through the layers of the mirror. Forcing me to take a step back. The red floor sticks to my feet as if gravity is pulling me in. The weight trembles till I'm knees deep. I'm practically pooled in plush blood as I soak through falling into darkness.
His evil laughter mimics the mirrors...
My screams are hers!
