This is my first story. I really hope you enjoy, and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
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I wake up screaming in the middle of the night due to a nightmare. I'm flailing my arms and legs, trying to ward off whatever it is that frightened me. My heel hits skin, and that is when I realize that I am not alone.
"Fuck, Alice!" a voice says as a hand switches on the lamp on the end table.
I scream and leap from my bed, covering myself with a blanket. I'm wearing a pair of skull-patterned boy shorts and an Annihilator T-Shirt with black and red thigh-high stripey socks, but, that doesn't stop me from being self-conscious.
"What's wrong?"
I blink several times before adjusting to the vision of my master laying there in my bed under my red satin sheets. His hair is sticking up on all sides of his head, making him look like he'd been electrocuted. Inside, I'm laughing a bit, because it's so strange to see him like that.
"Answer me, Alice." His voice is commanding and I'm broken out of my reverie.
"Uhmm...." I begin, my voice cracking from having screamed. "I, uh, had a nightmare, Sir."
"Aww, poor you. Come here."
I slowly crawl back into bed and into his arms, looking up at him.
"Want to tell Daddy what it was about?" He strokes my hair and scratches behind my ear, making me purr like a cat.
"I don't remember much of it, except that I watched a friend get hurt. And, that my ex boyfriend tried to hurt me, too." My face grows pale, and he kisses my forehead, soothing me.
"It's okay, babe. It was just a dream."
"I'm also surprised to see you here, Sir. You sorta scared me a bit, you being here without telling me beforehand that you were coming over."
"That's the point, though, babe. I wanted you to be surprised."
I smile and lay back down. I reach to the end table on my side of the bed and grab my Nightmare Before Christmas Scary Teddy plushie and hug it to me. Sir sees this and chuckles.
"What?" I ask him, a little pout on my face.
"Nothing, you just look so cute. All shaken from a nightmare and holding a plushie."
"Well, excuse me if I still get freaked out by nightmares at 18 years old. And, hey, I still like stuffed animals and plush dolls! What's wrong with that?"