He fought it off, like how one would fight off a wild animal that has pounced on top of you. He tried to regain balance, but….
Deviancy had already infected his mind.
He imagined himself crawling on all fours towards her, drops of saliva falling to the cave's cold floor as he went. He was dreaming while wide awake, dreaming so vividly that it was screwing with his own sense of what's real and what's not.
The sensations felt very real. The sound of her steady breathing, the smell of her cologne, her visage comparable to a muse of a Renaissance painting….
She suddenly sat up, and looked at him with evident fear in her eyes. It was so palpable that Harker could almost feel how her heart was thumping in her chest, as if it was his own.
"H-Harker….. What are you….."
