PART 1: Never Alone
HE is in her head. That much is for sure, but is he real? Does he exist? Does that even matter? Perhaps it IS all happening inside her head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?]
Gentle fingers caressing her forearm lift her out of a deep sleep. A hot exhale on herneck plunges her into wakefulness. The dim green glow of her alarm clock informs herthat it is just after three, but it does not provide enough light to see by. The feeling ofbeing watched is strong, making the hair on the back of her neck stand at attention.
She is not alone.
Her body refuses to move. Her vocal chords are not responding.Terror holds her frozen, but there's something else - something soothing, reassuring.Confused and curious yet still so tired, she struggles to keep her heavy eyelids frompulling her back into the darkness. It's a fight she's going to lose before bringing herselfto investigate. She slips into a dreamless sleep, that is, until the following night.* * *"Greta, are you coming tonight?" The voice from across her desk sounds far away, lessreal than the daydream of the gorgeous stranger she is wrapped up in.
the impatient brunette adds, standing hands to curvy hips that are showcased by apencil skirt."I uh... I can't. I'm sorry." She runs her hand through her fiery curls, searching for a goodexcuse, but her stock is severely depleted, having canceled weekly evening plans forabout a month."What's the reason this time? Secretly have a hot date tonight?" Rebecca couldn't havebeen more simultaneously right and wrong, not that she is aware at all. She laughsaloud with that booming, overly-confident chortle that makes Greta cringe."I just can't. Maybe next time." But Greta won't be invited next time. She won't even bein the office when plans are being made. Worse, no one will even wonder where she is.* * *She stirs awake - unsure of the cause - and it is immediately apparent that something isnot right. I
s too dark, much too dark. And that smell. Musky. Woodsy. Manly. Therehasn't been a man in this bedroom since... since... Well it's been a while.Turning to look at her alarm clock, she realizes her eyes are covered with a thin piece offabric. She reaches to remove it and suddenly the room grows warmer, the air thicker,the man-smell stronger. Panic spikes her senses, breathing, and heart rate all at once.Something holds her arms above her head, forcing her to reach towards the corners ofthe mattress. Straining against it only increases the pressure on her wrists, and makes