4 A real nightmare-Chapter 3

Angel had always hated attending high school. Life would be perfect with a smartphone, a Wi-Fi network, and her home. And plenty of goodies!

Only that night it hadn't been like that. Bright lights illuminated the room after midnight.

Weekend. There were good movies to watch. And serials.

Why does everything always go wrong? Only before that ...

A teenager's room ... oh, it's like a sanctuary.

No entry. There should be some kind of warning nailed to the door. At least there was some advantage to being grounded one night and alone at home. The hot tub in the bathroom in my parent's room. Who was going to find out?

God!

She still didn't believe it!

Of course, it was Spike's fault.

It was always Spike who made the mess. Most of the time, Angel was just helping out. Whose idea was it to pick up a book like that from the school library? Ah, Descoladas had provided a private collection of books in a restricted teacher library.

Sometimes it was even embarrassing. Only it wasn't that unusual. Masturbation was not even a taboo. Not as much as being a virgin. Who had ever caught an intern masturbating in the shower in the school bathroom on the sly?

And what a book! And the spicy details? Angel wondered if that was the case. And the positions then? Still, it was an old book. Some of the types had made quite a fuss about six years ago. Fifty Shades of grey! And there was still that fantastically beautiful guy to die from the book 365 days.

It was necessary to have someone to talk to about certain things.

Her body was changing.

The hair that was born in places that should not have been pulled out. Depilatory creams. Well, the bathtub would be great for relaxing and doing all that. And maybe even more. It didn't cost that much to dream of a muscular and well-dressed guy, handsome and charming. It was going to be just in dreams. And the cell phone ... It had been the damn bare wire in the bathroom with the wet floor.

The smartphone without waiting ... Boom!

Well, the battery was bad! It was plugged in or discharged too fast. It was just an irritation. That year, perhaps, who knows? The launch of a new model filled Angel's eyes. A Motorola with a big screen. It wasn't going to be a second-hand device. The 12.55 PIE version was a consumer dream!

The bathtub was the best refuge for someone with burning hormones in their teens.

A frightening noise came from the floor below the house.

Voices ...

"Hell, did they come back so soon?"

The sound of the door downstairs ...

Again it picks up at the crime scene. Angel's eyes darted around the bathroom, quickly registering the small mess. The open cream jars ... Damn it. They were going to find out. It was by no means that they had returned so soon. She reluctantly left the water pleasant and shook her head as she tugged on the towel.

"What the fuck! Will anyone notice?"

Ah, the laundry basket.

Without a doubt an excellent hiding place for emergencies. Hurriedly, the girl wrapped herself in the towel, anxious and hurried, looking around. Grabbing her old pyjamas, she dressed for the sounds.

There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs. The steps ...

It was just time to run to her room and appear the most complete innocence. Where had the book been? By bathtub?

The book ... where's the damn book? Damn it!

Suddenly everything was in an uproar only when the door to her room was broken without any ceremony, moments after she breathlessly invaded her sanctuary. Angel took her eyes off the smartphone with the forced innocence of those who just studied and raised them to the entrance of her room. in a terrible bad mood.

-But what...

Several thoughts crossed her mind at the same time. She was sleeping and it was a nightmare.

Too real! I had to be careful that the cell phone did not fall to the floor again.

And the other thought ... This could provoke fits of laughter. Had the carnival arrived before the time? It was June!

It was a man in your room!

A man just like she could imagine. The dark eyes. The large, muscular body of someone used to physical exercise. It's tall.

-What are you doing here in my room? Who let you in? - She shouted angrily. - The door to my room! Look what you did to my bedroom door ?!

It was strange and beautiful to die for. She had probably gone out of her way to find a mugger so attractive in those circumstances.

And what a mouthwatering tank ...

She shook her head in bewilderment. A weapon. Any object to defend herself and her eyes quickly found only the soda glass bottle.

"Really?"

Right after that, the Coke bottle was raised in the air in his hand like an avenging sword. A mugger would not wear such flashy clothes. Mercy! How could someone mix so many colours? Good taste was not one of his qualities.

- You won't even mind the door after they arrive. We will! Move quickly. - The visitor grunted.

Angel stood there trying to assimilate the unreal vision.

It was a stranger. She should never talk to strangers! Only ... He even remembered that guy from the show she loved. Gosh! And he was tall, muscular, and strong.

None of the boys at school was alike.

-Like?! I'll start screaming if you don't leave! Now! "She assured him.

She was starting to think she was a fool holding the glass bottle in the air like that. Her gaze stopped dead. Damn it! The stranger was armed! It was going to be a robbery. She looked ruefully at the smartphone still attached to the charger.

The stranger took little notice of women's protests. His eyes shone even darker, fixed on hers, showing surprise and something else. And then his attention was focused on the object in her hands.

Angel stood there without any action. It wasn't just any revolver. Not a pistol. She was very proud to know a lot about the subject. Besides the smartphone, every teenager's dream was a hologram. She had already surpassed her records playing Resident Evil 4. This time she was going to have all the patience in the world and try to play DarkSouls.

-What do you think you are ...

She fell silent in shock, her eyes widening. That man might have been handsome, but he was crazy. And the strange weapon ...

Mercy! It was indigestion. Peanuts should not be mixed with chocolate or pineapple. Maybe it was the soda then ...

Only the table next to the door was.

-Saving your life, you fool! - The man swore in a bad mood. - I wouldn't need to be around with those weird clothes you like to wear. This is very primitive.

Primitive?! Now! He had managed to wear an exaggerated combination of all the colours of a rainbow! And the carnival was over. The table was ...

Angel dropped the bottle, totally oblivious to fear. Did that gun he held fire?-What? You destroyed my table.

The man rolled his eyes even more impatiently.

Was the girl worried about a table when he expected at any moment that the house would be invaded?

Perversely, he drew a sword hilt from his waist. His other hand raised in the air manipulated the elements, conjuring through magic an insurmountable and thick barrier of ice.

Angel was going to reply with absolute sarcasm that it was a sword without a blade and ineffective. Until his eyes locked on their astonished ones.

It was a nightmare! He had probably fallen asleep watching Star Wars. She moaned. The smartphone...

"I wish it hadn't fallen to the floor!"

The now complete sword radiated pure energy raised. It threw bluish and greenish tones against the wall, causing Angel's stomach to start to protest. And it had no metal blade!

The man looked at her sarcastically. His gaze swept over the shorts and T-shirt she was wearing curiously.

Heaven have mercy! He seemed to be able to undress her just by looking heavy and dark! An uncomfortable sensation made her take a deep breath, resolutely ignoring the inexplicable sensation in muscles she was beginning to know. Her body reacted with pure magnetism to his gaze.

It was in vain that Zorack shifted, shifting his body weight on his leg. The damn pants tightened. The girl was beautiful. Watching that unexpected shower had turned him on like a cadet at the gym. She was an irritating teenager!

Detestable!

And there was no way to walk like that! Did she hardly wear anything? Did she sleep naked in that strange place?

Shaking his head in resignation, Zorack fired what looked like a watch on his wrist.

- Captain for the base. I found the girl.- Her voice was cold and impersonal when she faced Angel in a defiant way when completing: Prepare our departure as quickly as they make the repairs. The rescue mission was successful. Angel shook her head like someone who has a hard time waking up.

-But what rescue? My door ... Look what you did to my door! The damn accident with Ana's sewing table is no longer enough that it caught fire by accident.- Do you want to tell me how I'm going to explain this now?

-You won't even mind a door after they arrive, baby. We will! Move quickly!

-What? - Angel stopped with her feet nailed to the floor.

-Try to move the damn pretty ass that was so excited showing off to me before and come! - Zorack replied in a cold voice.

It was a provocation. He teased, containing the bad mood and frustration of desire. It was the memory of the hellish bath.

An attractive girl naked and touching herself made him burn hot. The face of flushed expressions that almost felt the sensation of an orgasm ...

Angel felt sweat break out on her forehead.

It was just very ... A very strange dream.

Still, there was a devilish, provocative, mocking smile curving his sensual mouth.

Holy shit!

The bath! Had he seen all the details while I was masturbating ..?

-Like? Were you spying on me? How much did you see? "Angel replied in astonishment.

- Many attractive angles with you brushing your hair before diving into the water.- Zorack commented with some malice to just tease.- And I could appreciate each one of them. Even more, the small mark that you have on your thigh next to.

-You bastard son of a bitch. Did you dare to watch the bath?

Angel felt her face burn with shame. It was an outrage.

-I think I prefer you to brush your hair. The position to watch was incredible. We can then experiment ...

Zorack continued the provocations without believing her indignant look.

It was a pure pretence, wasn't it? A pretty face and breathtaking and just that. A female subjecting herself to Ravenack should have few qualms or principles of life. And what difference did it make to him? Scarlet was mistaken if she believed that hellish girl meant anything to him.

-You ... you ....- Angel was unable to find the words.

She was going to wake up in her bed, probably sick and sick to the sick. Perhaps with luck, they would allow them to skip school.

"I would finally be free of the French test ... at least until the second call. "

He was going to die of a massive crisis of shame.

-God, you are not human! - it seemed an unnecessary remark after his weapons.

-No more than your friends down there and you didn't even care.

-Friends? But what friends?

Zorack glared at her. She was certainly pretending very well. He could almost believe the innocence of her expressions.

Nobody was that innocent! Of course, she knew he was there in the bathroom watching the little erotic show. Probably bathing while waiting for a lover. Or were you waiting for Ravenack? Those creatures had found her location very quickly.

"Do you prefer me to hand you over to your lover's army?" I need to say well done. Few would have the courage for that. - The comment brought irony and sarcasm. Angel blinked in amazement.

-Lover? But what lover?

- Ravenack's lackeys are waiting for you. It will convince me that ...

Angel looked at him lividly as she touched her forehead in shock. Nothing made much sense. Neither he nor the crazier feeling that in the end, that stranger was not that strange.

-It's just a hallucination! Just a hallucination. - She spoke in a high-pitched, startled voice. You are not real. I've never ... never been abducted. The doctor said. .. the doctor ... just take a deep breath!

And it wasn't that easy.

Since the abductions started ... In stressful situations, it could be very easy to have a nervous asthma attack. She had been working on it for some time. In non-asthmatic people, stress could cause the so-called psychogenic dyspnea - or 'breathless breath' - characteristic of the emotional condition linked to anxiety disorder.

Where was the asthma inhaler? Angel wondered.

She fell heavily on the bed and something caught her eye.

It was the vision of dreams. Shaking hands brought the inhaler to her mouth as she inhaled deeply.

Zorack looked at her for the first time, worried and sure that there was much there that he did not know. And didn't like it.

What the hell was she wearing? And why did it suddenly seem to suffocate without any explanation?

-Ah, I can assure you that I am very real.- His voice came softer and his attentive eyes looked at the object she held with curiosity.

The floor was missing under her feet when the vision darkened and she saw nothing else, still panting desperately for air.

Zorack was silent with all possible resignation.

A hybrid! His problems were just beginning.

-Abduction .... does not exist. - Her voice came in a very low whisper.

Zorack shook his head in bewilderment.

This was not quite the reaction he expected from her. The domineering genius was even more frustrated by not knowing important facts.

-I can explain this to your doctor personally. And by the way Angel, my name is Zorack.

"Holy shit, girl! You should have stayed away from it all. Do you want to tell me how abductions don't exist? And since when are you wrong with that?"

-Like?

What have they been doing to you that the Confederation did not mention in the reports?

Zorack looked at her with pity.

The same unreal vision remained there for him. It was the same little girl he protected while they destroyed Édrin. Disgusted, he plucked the asthma inhaler out of her shaking, icy hands patiently, and tucked it carefully into his uniform.

-Officially let's forget the story your doctor said, sweetie. You are officially being abducted under orders from the United Planets Confederation. And you should thank me for keeping Ravenack and the K'Aldriants away from you.