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The eastern horizon bled the color of garnet, quickening a new morning and the possibility of survival. Once the air temperature rose to somewhere near four degrees C, Tatiana could shed her alien enhancements and revert to humanoid form. She had survived the night crossing of the Gael badlands and once she made it to the northern shore of the Lilthe Sea, Daron would pick her up.
She was beginning to nurture the small bud of hope that was sprouting within her breast when her comm channel crackled to life. There was no doubt that it was Balin and he had been tracking her.
“You really did think you were going to get away with it, didn’t you?”
Tatiana toyed with the idea of remaining silent and pretending he wasn’t sure of her location, but it was pointless. If he was close enough to reach her on her private channel, she had as much chance of escape as a duck in a fox den. “Up until this moment, yes.”
“Wait for me. If we can conclude this quickly, I may yet be able to stop the Dissolution.”
She kept walking across the last vestige of the frozen tundra. “Dissolution was inevitable the moment I took the Eshana.”
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Disclaimer: Given the writing prompt for today, I created a story that is PG-13, and bordering on R. The tale includes themes of sexual assault and violence, so please be advised.
“No, please no. Not now.”
Tiffany wasn’t sure he could hear her thoughts yet, but Ingmar was definitely in her head again.
It was her parents’ twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, and she and her two brothers were taking them out to dinner at Quince’s. She hadn’t even thought about him lately. It had been weeks since he had last assaulted her, and she had been desperately hoping he’d moved on to some other woman or man. From what he had leaked into her brain, that was his pattern. He bored easily.
“Why here? Why now?”
“Because I can. Because it will be humiliating.”
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“Why is it so hard to wake up?”
“Because I don’t want you to wake up.”
“No, I’ve got to get out of bed. I can’t be late for work.”
“You are a lot more late for work than you think.”
“How do you know? Who are you? Why can’t I open my eyes?”
“Because I’m a Dream Eater and as soon as you stop resisting, I’m going to keep on eating yours.”
“What are you talking about?”