TITLE: Reverie (edited for sexual content)
AUTHOR: Mackenzie Anderson
SUMMARY: A girl is haunted by the events in a strange dream world where she's kept as a sex slave to a powerful man... But what is reality, and what has her mind fabricated?
She trailed a finger along the banquet table, a line appearing in the thick dust. Spider webs covered the ceiling and walls, and stretched from one object to another, their inhabitants' eyes glittering maliciously in the dim light. On the table lay the settings for what had been an extravagant meal, the events of which she remembered far too vividly. The silver candlesticks were tarnished, the crimson wax having long before cooled and hardened on the once magnificent objects. The jewels on the discolored golden goblets were clouded, resembling poorly made false stones. The stench of rot permeated the room, and bones were all that remained on the plates.
When she could stand it no longer, she pushed through the doors to the hallway. With each step, clouds of dust were left in her wake, but she dared not sneeze, too afraid of the noise it would make. The memories flooded over her as she moved into the ballroom, and her milky pale hands clenched into fists as waves of desperation began to sweep over her. She grew dizzy at the sight of the mirrored walls, spiderwebbed with hairline cracks and dulled by layers of dust. Her heart began to pound in her chest, and her stomach threatened to empty its contents as her eyes fell on the large golden throne on the opposite side of the room, the metal ring still firmly attached and seeming to almost wink as the light hit it. Her hand flew to her neck, and she could almost feel the collar tightly fastened there.
Suddenly, beginning to panic, she backed away, through the door and into the hallway. The wall hangings stood out against the midnight blue paint, the images gruesome and almost pornographic. She turned at the end of the hall, and her heart skipped a beat at the immense painting revealed before her frantic sapphire blue eyes.
She fled in the opposite direction, but tripped over a slightly raised part of the carpet. She could almost feel the sharp kick in her back that would have once caused her to fall, and rose despite the insane part of her that urged her to stay down until she was given permission to return to her feet. The act of rising briefly struck her as defiant, but she knew the bravado was false. She never would have stood if her master had been the one who had made her fall.
But she was alone now, in this dim hallway lit only by eerie candlelight. The candles burned brightly despite the irrationality of the situation. The home appeared to be completely deserted, but if that was the case, then how could the candles be that tall and still be burning? Surely they would have burned down years ago if the amount of dust and filth was any indication.
However, she forced herself not to think on it too long, knowing that thought would only serve to cause her demise. She walked on, and soon found herself in front of the door to her former room. Her every instinct was to run, to leave at once, but she ignored every bit of logical reasoning. She swallowed, gathering her nerve, and slowly turned the knob, stepping inside the depths of hell…