Within

Summary

'Dip into my life Elizabeth, consider my hand and accompany me.' Horace said with armoured confidence. My thoughts began swirling amidst one another, his scent heady and intoxicating, driving me to feel giddy and charged with libidinal desire. I had just transpired beyond my limit of continuous denial, for my sentiments toward Horace remain so prevalent. Grasping his hand, he tempted me closer toward his air, I felt overwhelmed, not in an unpleasant way, but because he, and everything else made sense for the first time in my life.' ***** Elizabeth Vincent's Judgment became awry, the day Horace Telfer sauntered into her existence. Reality merged into something Elizabeth had always recognised as fantasy, unbeknownst she had always carried a formidable force deep within. Events drive Elizabeth to face 'Demons' she had previously turned a 'blind eye' to, but due to the untimely passing of a family member, dark secrets begin to unfold regarding her lineage. From then on, Elizabeth's world would forever change, leading to extradition from the world she once knew and the beginning of a new one.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Prologue

Chest heaving, struggling to catch my breath, a pain unlike any other I had previously known, climbed up from the balls of my feet, wrapping around my calves, contorting and straining the muscles beneath my skin.

I envisioned the feeling as a long slithery snake-like creature covered in spikes, similar to those of a porcupines exterior. Taking advantage of my vulnerable position, naked, splayed, as I lay face down burrowed between four large duck feather-filled pillows, and only a thin cotton sheet keeping my nether regions covered.

Twisting and turning between tendons. Travelling up and up enveloping me in the wake of its evolution, swirling around my hip bones, the sensation of sharp spikes penetrating my soft tissue.

Staggered, shaky breaths caused the ache to worsen and linger. Alone and yet, I “still” starved my screams in the depth of tear-soaked pillows.

“I’m cursed to endure this... this? For how long” I gauged against hysterical sobs... like a canal about to break its banks after a heavy rainfall, the currents left a reverberating hum, and I wondered how long I could continue.

Rising, rising to the vertebrate and teasing me past the point of consciousness. Previously I have been able to hold on to a point where I could feel it in and around my shoulder blades, but I haven’t encountered past that juncture.

‘Just a little further now’ I thought until it won and I lost my power to keep consciousness.

‘Come on’ I screamed into my pillows, the heat of my excursion smothering back at me, warming my mouth, cheeks and then Darkness.