Halia's perspective
I think I was dreaming when my feet touched the ground in the forest. It was really dark with only the moon shining. I did not know where I was going. I was not scared.
It felt like I had been there before. It felt like home. The trees were making sounds I could not understand. The wind was blowing gently.
The forest was peaceful, and all the animals that came out at night seemed friendly to me. A wise owl even sat on my shoulder. When I saw it, I touched it gently. It seemed to like it.
The owl suddenly flew up into the air. I was amazed by the moon. It looked huge and red. I had never seen a moon before, and I was full of wonder.
"Why am I here. Where is this place?" I said to myself as I kept walking.
Then I saw a man standing in front of me. He was tall and strong. His shoulders were broad. His chest was bare and sweaty. His skin was a golden brown color that caught my eye. I could not see his face. I could see his eyes. I felt drawn to him like he was pulling me closer.
He did not move. I did. I took a step closer to him. My heart started beating. I took another step. My breath got stuck in my throat. It felt like my body knew him even though my mind said that was impossible. I had never met him before. I felt like I needed him. My whole body was trembling with hunger.
"You came," he said, his voice was deep and smooth like velvet and smoke.
I said, "Do I know you?"
He said, "Not yet. You will."
Then he reached out. Touched my jaw. My knees felt weak. I almost fell over. His eyes were so mesmerizing. It was filled with lust as if it had wanted me all this time.
Then he kissed me. It was like everything around me shattered. I melted into him. His lips felt like they were claiming me. The kiss was slow at first. Then it got desperate and deep. His mouth was like it was starving for me. My fingers got tangled in his hair; it was thick and black like midnight.
When he picked me up in his arms, I did not say anything. He started undressing me, but I didn't care. I wasn't thinking straight. His body was pressed against mine. He was hard and strong. He was holding back, as if trying not to lose control.
"You are mine," he whispered against my throat. "You have always been mine."
He laid me down on a bed I didn't know where it came from. His lips were trailing fire along my skin. Each kiss made me arch my back. It sounded like I was praying, but I was moaning. This was my first time a guy had touched me like this.
Then his mouth moved lower. His tongue was slow. He was devouring me like he was worshipping me, like he was trying to leave his mark on me.
He pushed inside me as his dick went inside my coochie. It was painful and pleasurable at the time; it was hot and intense. My body was pulsing around him, but I was enjoying it.
I felt his breath on my neck. He started kissing my neck, and I felt the pain. I think he had bitten me. I felt the sharp pain, and I had to push him aside as I saw blood coming out of my neck.
"What did you just do to me?" I said with pain mixed with disgust as I looked at him. He seemed unbothered and stood with an unreadable expression.
Without saying anything, he turned into smoke, but with a deep whisper, 'You are indeed the key. making me furrow my brows in confusion.
The forest got dim. The moon. Darkness swallowed me whole as I fell asleep.