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CHAPTER THREE CONTINUED…
Alex awoke with a startle and gasped. He had to glance around the room and it took some seconds for him to realize that he was in Tara’s bed, just as it had been in that dream. He flung back the sheet and stood up. Tara was not in the bed, but he could hear noises coming from the kitchen.
He was afraid of what was out there. He found his pants and put them on almost hurriedly, and crept out of the bedroom. There was the sound of tinkering in the kitchen, followed by the sound of something smashing and mumbling. He froze, startled, and swallowed dryly. He tried to remain as still as he could but his legs were trembling. He couldn’t control his nervousness at all.
I need to get out of here. Was the only thing he could think. He had no idea what to expect. Was this yet another nightmare or vision? What was the point of all these damn things? He didn’t want to know. All that he knew right now was he wanted relief, he wanted to get out of there..as fast as he could.
He took a step forward, and the floor creaked beneath him. He glanced down and gulped. He was so damn afraid that something was about to happen. He closed his eyes and began to whimper, not knowing what to do or to expect.
“Alex?” He heard Tara’s voice say. He opened his eyes and looked at her. “You okay?”
He looked down at the floor for a second then back at her,
“Yeah, I – I had a bad dream, that’s all.” He said, with noticable nervousness in his tone.
She walked over to him and ran her fingers through his hair.
“It’ll be okay now.” She said, “Go rest for a bit while I finish making breakfast.”
She kissed him on the cheek and turned and walked back into the kitchen. He did not even notice that she was wearing only a pink singlet top and blue lace knickers, not that it really mattered what she was wearing, or that he cared. He could just breathe a sigh of relief.
He took a look towards the kitchen then went back to bed and lay there, recounting the things he had seen in that dream. As much as he tried, he couldn’t make sence of anything, and he still didn’t know if he was awake or dreaming. He allowed himself to think about slapping himself in the face again, but remembering the vision from yesterday, he wasn’t going to do that again. He still had a headache from banging his head against the elevator door. Strange that he had a headache, since it was only a vision…
In any case, this had to be reality. The smell of her cooking breakfast was just too mouth watering to be fictious. He got himself comfortable in the bed and waited for her to join him.
“I hope you’re hungry!” She said, as she came in carrying a breakfast tray, and now wearing a black silk komono.
“I sure am.” He said with a smile, “What are we having?”
“Oh, just something I chopped up.” She replied, and placed the breakfast tray next to him. He looked at her, smiled and then looked at the food on the tray.
“What the hell!” He screamed as he sat upright in bed. What he expected was bacon and eggs, instead what he saw was his penis on the plate! He looked, and noticed that a big pool of blood quickly forming where his groin was. He quickly threw back the sheets to see that his manhood had been cut off!
“ENJOY!” She yelled, wielding a carving knife in her hand.
He screamed, terrorfied. This bitch was going to kill him! The last thing saw was Tara attacking him with the knife, screaming in a mad frenzy as she violently slashed his arms and then stabbed him in the face.
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Part Three Coming Up…