The End. Maybe?

"I don't want to die."

"Am I going to die?"

"I can't breathe."

"Help me."

"Ple--ase." My last breath caught in my throat, and my fingers dug into his wrists as I stared into his eyes.

Those eyes were the last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me.

Black, empty, cold. Unfathomably evil.

I jolted awake feeling feverish. My neck felt stiff and my head was pounding terribly. I looked around, disoriented.

"Where am I?" I sat up and looked around, wiping drool from my mouth with the back of my hand.

"What sort of nonsense dream was that?" I rubbed my eyes hard, as if to clear away my memory of those haunting evil eyes in my dream.

Yawning and stretching like a cat, I looked around again and jumped in horror, "Oh no! Oh no!"

"How long have I been asleep? Oh shit!"

I was still in Beta Darius's sex chamber and I also hadn't cleaned it up.

"Oh my God, what's the time? Please don't be past midnight yet. This is the only chance I have at freedom." I pleaded to whoever was up there listening