Novel & Cerita Dream Of Prison

For something I had never known. But against it rose the other voice. The one that always whispered: freedom is only a dream, and every dream ends. Painfully. I swallowed hard, gathering what little courage I had, and at last I spoke. My voice trembled, as if a single question could shatter everything. “And… in the palace… are there prisons?” The words dropped heavy between us. The silence thickened, the crackle of the fire cutting too loudly through the night. Aedan turned to me. When his gaze found mine, there was no hardness. Only depth. Only clarity.

He even came to me, asking if I wanted to pick out tokens for our mate bond ceremony. At that moment, I decided to give him one last chance. I had no idea my final act of hope would become my prison. I died because I was too soft-hearted in love.

That maybe he was seeing the stars again, real ones, not the tiny cracks of light through prison glass. And that should’ve been enough. But it wasn’t. Freedom for him meant silence for me. I turned on my side and pressed my face into the pillow, breathing in what was left of his scent, clean, familiar. It made my chest ache. Somewhere deep down, I wanted to believe he meant what he said that he’d come back, somehow. But prison changes the way you see promises. You stop waiting for things that don’t belong to you. Still, as I closed my eyes, I imagined him walking through the gates, the sun hitting his face, the wind in his hair. Maybe he’d look back once. Maybe he wouldn’t.

I don't know what wrong I had done to get this kind of Karma. All my dreams have been shattered. I came here in hopes of earning money so that I could marry Aiyla and start my family with her. I don't know how Aiyla is doing as I have not been able to contact her since I'm in prison. I also don't know if she is thinking about me or missing me since she told me she will be waiting for me fuck or will she even wait for me? Better she does because if she does not then I'm going to break her to pieces and kill her.

My eyes fly open and I jolt awake, only to catch the prison guard outside my cell, glaring at me, no idea how long she's been there. I quickly push myself off the thin foam. It’s almost damp with sweat sticking to my skin. That ugly realization that I'm still in prison, it hit me with a sharp pain in my chest. “Oh God.” I whisper, feeling embarrassed. “I’m wet dreaming about Adam again. In a damn prison.” I shut my eyes for a second, resting my head on my palm. My body is still warm from the arousal, aching with that heat I can’t control. My breath is still running a marathon, recovering from it all.

"Maybe it's just a terrible dream. Yes, it must be a dream." Determined, I rose to my feet once again, a sense of urgency propelling me, "I have to wake up. I need to find my dad!" I began to sprint around the confines of the cell, its small size yet it felt like I was trapped in a loophole. "Why won't I wake up? What is happening?!" The remnants of control slipped through my fingers, leaving me helpless and tears flowed freely down my face, "What the hell is going on?!" "Dad, please wake me up! I'm trapped here," I pleaded through sobs, pounding on the unyielding door of the cell. In my desperation, I believed that this prison was the source of my torment, the barrier keeping me locked with

But first, I had to make it to Sunday morning. Being so used to have sex once or twice a day, every day, my cock resented the lack of action. I tried to ignore it. Like it was so easy. I’d almost made it when I found myself lost in yet another prison dream involving Big Ellie. It was late night, after lights off. I was locked up in a solitary confinement cell, standing face against the door, hands up handcuffed to the doorframe above my head, pants halfway down my buttocks, my hard cock hanging out the slot in the door they used to bring you food or handcuff you before letting you out.

Never had she witnessed such blatant shamelessness. Mya's thoughts swirled into the quiet chaos of sleep, her grip on her plushy the only anchor to her reality. In the nebulous realm of dreams, she found herself adrift in an ominous forest, the breath of an unseen predator hot on her neck. Then, without warning, a figure of menace materialized, thrusting her into a cage and clamping cold shackles around her wrists, his threat hanging in the air — obedience or eternal captivity. As the dream's fog lifted, the man's identity sharpened into focus. It was that man in the prison warden uniform.

Finally, he answered. "The prison wasn't meant to last forever." The End immediately reacted. Its shadow surged. "Don't." The single word shook the sanctuary. Elias ignored it. "The prison was a temporary solution." The Heart's eyes widened. "What?" Elias nodded slowly. "The Dreamer wasn't imprisoned because it was dangerous." Silence. "It was imprisoned because it was dying." The world seemed to stop. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The Dreamer's eye closed briefly. As though the truth itself hurt.

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.