Novel & Cerita Sadistic Dreamer

one of the men said amusingly with a grin. "EX wife Lucas, though I'm not divorced with the Pork, I still see her as an EX" Mr Mateo corrected in his grouse terrifying voice. He found himself a seat and yelled out to the bartender "A Tankard of Beer please?" The men cheered him once again, he seemed to be a well known person in the tavern, probably because of the way money is highly spent whenever he's around...

Demons- I thought- of lust, of desire. Now, don't roll your eyes. Desire demons take far too many forms to just say mine was a succubus thing- I didn't summon them just to get my rocks off. Lust demons are the deal makers, the insidious, the Djinn. They meet us humans at crossroads, grant us wishes, fulfil our dreams. They are exactly what you want them to be. Be careful what you wish for.

For a moment I forgot that this man is a rapist who had raped me in my unconscious state. “Did you enjoy what you just see? Am I satisfying good looking enough?“ his deep voice startled me and I realised he is bottoming my jeans. What the fuck I’m thinking. I bite back my embarrassment squeak. For God’s shake Ella! This man has raped you. That dream has really happened.

"...Apple Boy?" "You heard me!" I jabbed a finger toward Alessandro again. "You think I was born to warm someone's bed?" My voice cracked. "I'd rather marry a cactus!" Another breath. "I'd rather marry a cockroach! "I'd rather marry my toaster." Another. "I'd rather marry absolutely nobody!" I wiped my face angrily. "You know what my biggest dream is?" Nobody answered. “To become a psychopath and kill all the men in the world. And make this earth sacred again.”

"Hannah, what the hell are you talking about? We were entertaining clients last night! Can you not project your own filthy thoughts onto us? "You're just jealous because she took over your listing! Your lack of a degree makes you so insecure and hyper-sensitive that you're literally trying to slander me!" Watching him get flustered and furious made me feel strangely satisfied. He knew his cover was completely blown, so his only defense mechanism was to scream over me. He had pulled this exact stunt countless times already. Whenever he was in the wrong, he would launch a preemptive strike to dump all the blame onto my lap. He would claim I was petty, insecure, and that I didn't understand him

“My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.” “S-suck what?” I asked as I swallowed. Had I heard him right? I begged myself to wake up, to free myself from this strange dream, but the cold seeping into my bones and the grit digging into my palms told me it was no dream. It was a living nightmare. He grabbed his crotch and dragged his hand along the visible ridge. His lip tugged up and due to the light, his expression was sinister. It sent a splash of cold through me and sent my mind racing.

“Leader of the Dream Walkers.” The name made me squint at him in disbelief. “Who is that?” “I just told you,” he replied, a trace of impatience creeping into his tone. “He’s the leader of the Dream Walkers.” “If you don’t know what they are, let me explain—they’re like you, like us, but instead of protecting or nurturing, they exploit. They inflict harm on countless beings.” He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. “Morpheus commands entities that thrive on humanity’s subconscious fears. They manipulate dreams to influence real-world events, creating chaos and fear.

“I just don’t know how it’s possible.” My dreams started around a year ago. At first, they were random and happened once in a while. I tried stopping them but I couldn’t. About three or so months ago, they became constant. They happened almost every single day. Sometimes I couldn’t clearly tell what was happening, but one thing, or, should I say, one person, remained clear. A girl with long black hair. Sadie. Before, the dreams were just normal. Her with friends, laughing, and being silly. That kind of thing. But those from a few months ago were darker. Sometimes I wake up with her chilling screams still ringing in my fucking ears.

I knew that she stimulated lurid, lousy fantasies for a way I became going to make her scream once I raped her asshole open and the way I'd lap her tears once more. Even higher became how she commenced crying greater with how I licked her tears, instinctively sensing my exhilaration and turning all of the greater afraid in her best masochist hell. I, the Sadist and Master. I concept of the manner she'd shivered in give up beneath the belt, of the manner she'd gotten greater afraid once I reacted with twisted exhilaration.

She knew it would be like this. The little sleep I got was filled with dreams of me torturing her slowly and loving every minute of it. In my dream the satisfaction I felt from her screams felt so good and I'm going to be planning my revenge on her in my free time the rest of my stay. I must have inherited the sick pervert gene from my sperm donor , I know I got the anger issues from him but some of the things in my dream were really sick. But she did me wrong and now I'm stuck here for now because of her. I have the feeling those kind of dreams are going to visit me many times again, especially after a bad day here. I am going to have a "discussion " with her in the future but until these d