Novel & Cerita Dream Of Prison

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

No, a puzzle, but somehow a clue, that goes like this. "Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours.

He spoke with so much determination. "And what will I actually get after sleeping with you?" Dean's lips curled into a smirk and I realized I was bargaining with him. I can't believe I'm even considering this. "Freedom" "Freedom?" I asked dumbly, unsure how to respond. "Yes," Right now freedom sounds like a beautiful dream come true, especially after what happened. For the first time after I came here, I saw a glimmer of hope. I could get away. Excitement runs through my whole body.

I wake up screaming my heart racing, my chest tight like am losing my breath, my eyes burning like I’ve been crying even when I don’t remember crying, my pussy aching and wet and my nipples hard from my own need! And the worst part? The worst part is that sometimes… I still hear his voice after I wake up. Like an echo. Like it followed me out. I don’t know what to do anymore, who to talk to without them dragging me to the psych ward. The only exception is my best friend Sylvie! I mean how do I escape a man who’s made it his intention to be everywhere I am, even in my dreams! It’s like am fucking cursed! The internet says these dreams might just be a figment of my imagination, a Reddit post s

Then I hear nothing at all and the rest of my slumber is dark and uneventful. That night and the next day fly past, I have no way to tell the time but I am most certain that it has been two days since my capture. My only hope of getting out of here is somehow persuading Aidan to let me out of the cage, and making a run for it. But I don’t even know where I am, how could I possibly be able to run when for all I know, I am running in the wrong direction. As I think about my escape, Ash pops up into my head. He is not here, there is no way for him to save me, and it is my turn to save myself but how. With that thought a feeling of deja vu hits me. Like someone has said something like this to me

Avery awoke to the sensation of rough rope digging into her wrists and ankles. Her head throbbed, and her vision swam as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was in a different cell this time, one with thick, unyielding bars and a heavy padlock. The smell of damp earth and mildew permeated the air, and the faint light from a flickering torch cast eerie shadows on the stone walls. Turns out Avery was having a dream. She had not fled but was still held captive.

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.

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

She said, The ground cracked open, revealing a pit filled with one thousand prison cells. Ten chains from the underground pit reached out and wrapped around Serena's limbs "No please no...forgive me...give me one more chance please!" It was horrifying, what I was watching as it pulled her into the pit, bound her to the prison walls and the pit covered up. My heart was beating so loud I couldn't hear a thing, I looked up to see my mother's eyes on me and my heart seized. I jerked awake panting, trembling. "It was a dream."