Khaleesi Quinn · Short Story


I am paralyzed, locked within my own mind and unable to open my eyes. I don’t know why, but I’m terrified.

The last thing I remember is driving home from work in the dead of night. Hitting black ice. The car spinning out of control. Everything goes black after that.

Am I dead? I feel somewhere in between.

My heart is beating out of control and I’m on the verge of hyperventilating. I need to open my eyes, I need to find out where I am.

With hesitation I open my eyes. I don’t see much except for the warmth of my breath against the frigid night air. Frantically I look around, but it’s pitch black.

Looking up, I realize I am not paralyzed. I am bound. I am tied up and hanging upside down. The ropes are so tight that I have lost all feeling in my limbs. The blood has rushed to my head, I feel like it might burst.

Just as I try to scream for help, a disfigured face appears above me in the darkness.

He grins, his teeth pointed like fangs. The scream curdles in my throat, he’s frozen me like a deer in headlights.

He brings his face closer to mine and whispers in a gravelly voice, “I saved you.”

The once freezing air begins to heat up around us. This creature and I.

“You owe me.” He growls, still grinning in amusement. “You’re mine.”

I’m waiting for the nightmare to end, but it’s so hot my skin is starting to blister.

I think I’m in hell.


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