Darkness surrounds me. Every way I turn, I see nothing but black. My heart beats hard in my chest. My hands tremble along with my legs. I want to run, to scream, but I don't.
Because I know I'm waiting.
It isn't until I see two small red dots in the distance that I relax somewhat.
"Yes," I whisper. "That's what I'm waiting for."
The dots drift closer and closer.
And in a blink of an eye, which always makes me jump, they're right in front of me, so close I can reach out and touch them... No, touch the face that belongs to those red eyes.
I want to.
I need to.
Even though a small amount of fright fills me, I still know I'm safe.
The red eyes study me.
"You're mine," the voice growls...
I woke with a fright from someone banging on the front door, right behind me. I'd fallen asleep where I'd landed last night. I'd ran out of energy and couldn't be bothered moving, so I'd curled up in a ball and cried myself to sleep.