Page 66 of Venomous Lies
Wait…I could see?!
I blinked a few times, rubbing my eyes, but sure enough, my sight was back.
Confusion filled me as a look around revealed that I was in a forest I didn’t recognize. What threw me off more than anything was the fact that the trees didn’t know what to make of me either.
When I looked down, my bruises and blood were still there, but the pain was gone.
Definitely a dream.
Hopefully just a dream.
‘Cas?’I called out, but there was no answer.
That’s definitely not good.
Worry gathered in the pit of my stomach as I searched my surroundings for anything familiar and found nothing.
It was odd, but this whole place felt like more than a dream. I couldn’t put my finger on why I felt that way, but there was just something toorealabout the feel of theforest. That sensation tried to convince me that it couldn’t be pretend.
It was as if every tree was listening and watching me curiously as I tried to navigate through the dense brush. But no matter how much I walked or pushed through the barbed leaves, I couldn’t find a way out.
Just as I was about to give up, the pain hit.
It started with my right ankle.
Tingles slowly morphed into a burning sensation that spread up and out until I felt like I was an old woman bent over in pain. There wasn’t one inch of me that didn’t throb with a dull or sharp ache.
A whimper escaped my lips as I tried to catch my breath, willing my racing heart to slow down. But nothing could have prepared me for what those pains would transform into.
My screams of agony ripped the silent forest apart.
Too bad I couldn’t move. Metallic blood coated my tongue as the eerie screams became laughter.
It was haunting.
Frightening.
What was even worse was that I just now registered that the noises were coming frommeyet somehownotme at the same time.
What the actual fuck is going on right now? How do I get it to stop?
The pain didn’t subside, but it was almost like my body settled into it. The pain was afamiliarsensation.
What an odd thought.
The snapping of a branch behind me brought my focus back to my surroundings again.
“Have you come to kill me or just play with me?” I asked with false bravado, or at least I thought I did.
Whatever was there didn’t move again, though I could still feel the weight of their gaze on me. I slowly turned, hoping to locate whatever had caused the sound, but the movement made me cry out in pain.
More blood spilled over my lips as I fell onto my knees, but instead of soft grass or leaves, I landed on a hard, cold floor.
Ouch.
“Beastie?! How the fuck— How are you here?”
CASSIUS
