Leena's fingers trembled as she gripped the wardrobe handle and pulled. It didn't budge.
She frowned, trying again, harder this time. Still nothing.
It was as if someone was holding it shut from the inside.
Her breathing grew uneven as a strange unease crawled up her spine. She glanced around the room, her bare skin prickling with goosebumps.
Where was her towel? She could've sworn she had left it on the chair beside the wardrobe, but now it was gone.
Frustration and exhaustion overtook her growing fear. "Not tonight," she muttered under her breath. She was too drained to deal with whatever weirdness was happening.
With a sigh, she grabbed the thick quilt from the bed and wrapped it around herself, sinking into the mattress.
The soft fabric felt warm against her damp skin, but even under the covers, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her.
Her eyelids grew heavy, exhaustion finally winning over her unease.
As she drifted into sleep, the wardrobe creaked softly.
Just a little.
As if something inside had… moved.
Leena was deep in sleep, her exhausted body sinking into the mattress. Yet, in the hazy realm between dreams and reality, she felt something.
At first, it was a soft, lingering touch on her lips—warm, teasing, as if someone was kissing her.
She sighed, her dream pulling her deeper. John. His smirk, his rough hands, the way his gaze lingered on her during the day—it all felt so vivid now.
Then, the touch drifted lower, tracing down her neck. A warm breath ghosted over her skin, followed by a slow, deliberate caress over her collarbones.
Her dream-self arched slightly, drawn to the sensation.
But as the touch wandered lower—brushing against the soft swell of her breasts—a strange shiver ran through her.
Something felt off.
The warmth was there, but the more she focused, the more wrong it felt.
John wasn't here.
Her brows furrowed in sleep. The dream wasn't changing, but a deep, unsettling feeling curled in her stomach. The touches were still soft, still teasing—but there was something unfamiliar about them.
Something not human.
The touches won't stop, it was harder on her boobs, sucking hard, then she was moaning as if someone was fingering her , deep very deep , eating her pussy, she was moaning in pain in her sleep , the dream was getting wierd, She was shouting out John's name , she felt as if he had his penis inside her, thrusting roughly in and out of her, she didn't want him to stop, but was in pain and was enjoying at the same time, she was on her verge ,but he didn't stop, she was now begging him to stop and then silence.