Trapped In Beastly Desires
she whimpered.
Kayla sleep-talked, her body shaking vigorously in the bed, her hands squeezing the sheets, her head jolting side to side. ‘Help me,’ she uttered repeatedly. Her mind was between reality and dream, finding which to choose. She thought Clinton would save her, but her hope gave in to fear when he transformed into a beast like the others but with large bat-like wings, and attacked her.
With a start, she jerked up. Soaked in sweat despite the coldness in the room, she panted, her hand on her chest to find her breath. That was not the first time, it had happened before, just that she could not get over the fear.
Hot Chapters