A Sick Joke

"Luna!" A chorus broke out in apprehension.

"Rayna!" I shake my head at the absurd name, "My name is Rayna and I would be grateful if you ladies could tell me what the hell is going on!" I misstepped trying to regain my balance. This didn't give me good vibes. I desperately want to get home.

I stumble, pushing them away. This was getting bothersome and creepy with how these women were getting cozy with my body despite our lack of acquaintance. No sane group, bar a cult, would dress an unconscious woman in a wedding dress.

I shook my head; it could be a joke: such horrendous pranks were popular these days. Though it is giving me creeps to not see a single familiar moron, it doesn't really bother me as I believe nothing horribly wrong can happen that hasn't already happened tonight.

This is just a sick joke. It should be...

I clench my fist and scrunch my eyes, I have to just not give these sick people the reaction they want. I turn, craning my head. The dress had a lot of flare and almost no mobility, it felt and looked goudy but pricey so I am guessing it belonged to one of these ladies. I see women whispering behind their hands and each other ears with funny faces.

...Is this really a joke to them?!

I purse my lips, I was getting annoyed by no active response. These women looked mature and decent so what cuckoo business were they in? I bunch the dress in my arms and try to move enough so I can navigate my way out of this room.

"Are you people going to say anything to me or what?" I raise a brow and huff.

A collective gasp follows. The women were looking at me as if I had stripped in a rush hour traffic jam. What the hell is up with these people?

I hope God will compensate me well when I'm done getting rid of that effing witch Sienna off the face of Earth for this deranged psychotic experience.

The uncomfortable T-strap heels make walking a chore for me. Damn it, I hate T-staps! When I reach the door, I yank it open but it's locked in place. I groan and kick the door for good measure provoking louder whispers from the women.

With a clenched jaw, I turn to the women, "I'm suing you people for this prank and I don't give a ratass of how universally humorous it is for women your age to join in!" I seethe and  for good measure stomp my foot, "This is criminal, do you guys get me?"

One middle-aged woman with blonde hair and a gorgeous body finally stepped ahead of the herd and silence ensued. It seemed like she was the head figure or something. She bows her hands on her chest and tilts her head like she's observing an absurd phenomenon, "So, Miss... Rayna. You think you shouldn't be here?" 

I have a feeling.

Do you have that feeling, you feel like nothing horrible wrong can ever happen to you, and then a nightmare happens to you.

I have a feeling, it is that feeling.

"Oh, please lady! Spare me the bullshit. I'm gonna sue you out of every penny you own and some." I raise my hand in exasperation, and the woman's face blanks "Still think that's funny?"

The ridiculing smile disappears from her face and all that is left is her darkened features. I somehow feel she has become... bigger.

Hesitantly, I take a step backward.

"Leave us." Her command is heard in an instant and women scurry out of the dressing room giving me pitiful looks.

They had a key. They locked the room from inside. What Bullshit! My blood freezes and I try to follow their lead when I'm grabbed by the arm with something razor-sharp.

"Aah!"

A shriek left me as I see down and the razor-sharp clutch retreats and her hands are what are fisting my arm. The woman throws me across the adjacent wall and my back collides with it.

'How is a dainty woman this strong...'

My heart is drumming in my chest. The woman is quick to grab me by the hair with a force my scalp is about to bleed. I moan in pain but I'm too dumbfounded to speak.

The woman is glaring at me with a murderous look, "I'm already at a loss for getting a human whore for the price I paid for the sacrifice! Be grateful I'm giving you a pretty dress before you and the dress is tattered to pieces."

"What..." Fear numbs me.

Now it makes sense, Sienna had sold me off to some psycho cult. I remember her regretful expression and mournful eyes. I want to cry and wail. Does her regret make the hell I'm going through easy?!

I struggle against her but the woman is too strong, I try to push her away but in return the woman pulls my hair harder and the claws on my arm return.

I hiss at the unbearable pain. "Please… I can give you any amount you like. Let me… talk to my father and he will do anything—"

"PTAK!"

A backhanded slap sent my head flying, I fell on the floor, crawling back in horror. The woman bent at my level and grabbed my jaw with a strength that was enough to break it, "You dirty Bitch, you should be honored to be the Supreme Alpha's first Luna!"

Trembling, I shake my head as tears stream down my face, and push her way, "My father is Richard Reagan. Let me go, please! He will do anything you ask of him; I'm his only daughter—"

The woman let out an unnatural growl, terrorizing me further. "Hera! Diana! Come and get this slut! Time is slipping the eclipse is about to begin."

"No! No... wait! My father won't stand for this! Stop...!"

The stone-faced women rushed in. I struggled and tried to crawl away but a funny-smelling cloth was once again slapped on my mouth. I moaned and protested but the women holding me down were too strong.

Seconds later everything faded away, making me wish I wouldn't wake up to another nightmare again.