That night, Rhea had her first frightening so called wet dream. So called because she was more frightened than stimulated. It wasn't like she wanted it to happen. She didn't know what triggered it but surely it was all their fault that her virgin self witnessed and experienced lewd acts!
The dream began like usual. Rhea was dressed as Zelda from her game Breath of The Wild. She was foraging to survive the monsters in the game when suddenly, a boar she was hunting turned into one of those wretched brothers. Out of nowhere, the green scenery changed and she had been forced to some strange red room.
Red room?! It was just like Emma Whitlock's Forty Shades of Grey scene!
She looked down in horror to find herself strapped into a skimpy black leather outfit, the kind that should never even be made to existence.
And then, both of the wretched brothers appeared before her.
Zeven, who carried a long whip.
Aziel, who had chains in his hands.
"You've been a very bad girl. Bad girls deserved to be punished," came Zeven's hard and deep toned voice she wasn't used to.
Aziel walked over and began tying her hands with the silver chains. "But first, let me have you completely at our mercy. There. Now..."
He cupped her chin as she protested and grinned deviously. "Prepare yourself for the best mind blowing fuck of your life."
Those words Aziel uttered to her were echoing as she screamed and screamed for them to stop torturing her.
The disturbing so called wet dream turned her body to a bucket of sweat pouring down as she screamed out and sat upright in bed. She turned on the light switch and sighed in relief at the familiar surroundings that enveloped her.
After that, poor Rhea couldn't fall back to sleep and actually got some work done. It was one of those days where her editor was supposed to barge in and demand for an incomplete manuscript of a chapter.
When she heard banging on her door, she didn't want to answer it because she thought it might be the twins trying to catch her to become their crazed sex slave. The door swung open but she still lay bundled up in bed, dead to the world, wishing she could delete the previous day from her life like a game and start over.
But of course, she forgot the one person that had the keys to her house was her editor Sasha Brown. Sasha Brown was a capable editor that worked alongside Rhea ever since her first novel debut. She always managed to pull through and force Rhea to complete her manuscripts on time. Perhaps no one could handle Rhea like Sasha did.
One day, Rhea was working so hard on a manuscript and trying to meet the deadline, she almost died from hunger. Sasha herself tore the door down with the help of the landlord and managed to save Rhea before she really left the sad, ugly world. From then on, Sasha was given a key for emergency circumstances.
"Rhea! Are you okay?! Don't die on me yet! I still want to know how the novel will end."
Sasha barged into the bedroom as Rhea was rolled and wrapped inside her blanket like a burrito. Rhea didn't want to come out. She had suffered too much social interaction and shame the day before, that she needed to hibernate it off in solace like some wounded animal.
Darkness and solace were the only things that made her feel sane, as insane as that sounded.
She gripped onto the blanket and shouted, "Wake up Rhea! This is no time to be sleeping. Wake up and write that chapter or I'll force you to..."
Her words trailed away as Rhea reached out her hand to her bedside table and handed over the completed manuscript. Thanks to that horrific dream, Rhea couldn't find sleep and instead diligently finished her work on time which was rare.
"You're...done?" Sasha asked as she flipped through the pages. "No way! Three chapters?!"
Rhea stuck out her hand again, as if to shoo away her nuisance of an editor. She was going through a life crises right now and wanted to be alone.
"I'm surprised you're done and," she heard Sasha almost belch. "When's the last time you cleaned the place? It reeks and there's so much trash. And your room, it's so dark let me at least open the blinds..."
She practically hissed at Sasha the moment her hands flew over to the curtains. "...Don't you dare."
Sasha dared to and opened the curtains. The light from outside was so bright and blinding that it nearly caused Rhea to shrivel away to dust. When Rhea froze and turned to stone, only then did Sasha come unroll Rhea from her cocoon. Sasha plucked her out of bed and threw her into the bath. Truthfully, Rhea didn't remember the last time she properly showered.
It couldn't be that bad.
She sniffed herself and immediately shrunk back from her own stench. It was that bad.
Sasha sighed. "...I don't get paid enough for this job."
"You can quit anytime," Rhea mumbled, conceding defeat as Sasha had urged her clothes off.
There were loud knocks on the door.
Rhea's eyes widened as Sasha got up and turned to the door, "Is that the delivery man?"
She followed after Sasha with a towel wrapped around her body as they both looked through to the peep hole. Aziel looked through the peep hole and sighed. Zeven was beside him, off to the side and eagerly waiting just as much as his brother. Sasha reached to unlock the door and position her hand on the knob but Rhea gripped her hand.
"Don't open it!"
"Why not?"
"My neighbors...They have a dirty secret and now that I know, they're out to get me," Rhea dramatically cut her throat with her thumb.
Every word was frighteningly true. Right about now, her neighbors outside were probably thinking about how to silence her for finding out about their kinky bedroom sex. Or worse, she'd be threatened to be their next crazed sex slave.
"That's silly. Well then, you should properly settle your issues. Doesn't the first commandment go 'love thy neighbor' ?"
Rhea let go of the towel at her chest and reached out to stop Sasha but it was too late. Her meddlesome editor opened the door to the two brothers standing there who turned up with apalled expressions.
When that door opened, Rhea's towel loosened and swayed to the ground.