Plus, what else was there to do trapped in this dull room? We tried to escape. We tried to get out. But we failed.
Abysmally.
Chax was tall and handsome and had the body of a Greek god.
What’s a girl to do?
And now I knew he was a demon in the sack. I’d heard about guys who could jackhammer all night long but I’d never had the fortune to find one.
Until now.
Even better, I was trapped in a room with him. With no means of escape.
Just the two of us.
Maybe that sounded romantic.
It wasn’t.
Not when someone had failed to install a door for you to exit from.
“You’re a bad girl,” he said, kissing me on the top of the head.
“And you’re a bad boy,” I said.
I reached under the blankets and tickled his balls. His cock hardened.
So predictable.
He sighed.
“You’re the girl of my dreams,” he said.
“Then shut your eyes and keep on dreaming,” I said. “You might get lucky and enjoy round three later.”
He grinned and flashed those adorable dimples at me.
“I’d like that,” he said.
“I bet you would.”
The lights flickered off and came back on. Only now, they were a dull red and flashed in concentric circles from our position on the bed to the wall on the other side of the room.
I sat up, pressing the blanket to my chest.
This was new.
And in a place like this, anything new was a cause for concern.
“What is it?” I said.
His eyes shifted away from me and toward the wall opposite. He stared at something I couldn’t quite make out.
The blood drained from his face.
“What?” I said, peering at the darkness illuminated only by the flashing red lights. “What is it?”
And then I saw it with my own eyes.
The blood drained from my face too.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
The wall had been perfectly smooth before. I should know, I checked every inch of this place looking for a way out.
Nothing was there.
Nothing had been there.
Now there was.
Gaping like an open pit was a door.
And it was open.
Maddy
I opened my eyes and was surprised to find I wasn’t dead.
I should have been. A fall from a cliff like that would have killed anyone.
I bolted upright and sucked a deep lungful of oxygen into my starving lungs. I clutched a hand to my chest and panted.
Every day back home, I began with the same morning routine. It helped calm me, easing me into the day ahead. I shut my eyes and breathed in another deep breath. My chest expanded and shuddered as I let it out. I repeated the breath and this time it came out a little smoother and easier than the last.
Intense images of a minivan sailing over a cliff attempted to invade my thoughts but I wouldn’t let them. I saw another image. This one was a blinding white light. I floated out of my seat and…
I blocked it out.
I needed to calm down. Relax.
Another half a dozen breaths and I could breathe normally.
I kept my eyes shut and finally let those images come to me one by one.
Me and my friends were in a minivan, heading home after our crazy weekend of partying. We’d been celebrating Hazel’s final few days of freedom. In the morning, she would marry the dependable and reliable—but entirely uninteresting—Tom.
Alice was in the driving seat and accidentally took the minivan over the edge of a mountain and down into the ravine below.
We should have crashed. We should have died.
But then there was that bright white light…
My breath hitched in my throat again. I took a moment to take more calm, steadying breaths.
That light pinned the minivan in place. It seemed so unreal, like it couldn’t have happened and I’d imagined the whole thing.
But it had happened. I was sure of it.
Sitting on the backseat, my blanket had floated up and wrapped around my face. I might have been on the set of a cool Hollywood movie. And then…
Then the light tugged me viciously out of the minivan. I scrambled to grip hold of something but had no control over the movement of my arms and legs. I was a doll in someone else’s hands.
I recalled the terror of not wanting to leave the safe confines of the minivan or the reliable presence of my friends.
But what I wanted was no longer important. Only what the light wanted.
I zipped up into the sky. I couldn’t even scream. I rose faster and faster. I felt the wind—no, not the wind, it was some kind of external pressure from the light—press against me as I flew impossibly high until…
Nothing.
Had I been abducted by aliens?
Then I woke up here.
But where was “here?”
I took a few more steadying breaths before I opened my eyes and peered around at the room.
Every surface was pure white. The walls and the bedsheets and the tables and chairs and the little square that must lead to the bathroom.
I smiled with relief.
I was in a hospital. What other room was decorated like this?
I fell back on the cool sheets and shook my head. For a moment, I thought I’d lost my mind.
We must have flown over the cliff and descended into the ravine below. We must have landed well or I wouldn’t still be alive.
And all that stuff with the bright white light?
It would turn out to be the bright lights of the hospital roof as I was wheeled along on a gurney.
And the stuff floating around?
Drugs. Sometimes they had a hallucinatory side effect.
Yes. That’s all it was.
Abducted by aliens.
Ha!
The girls would have a good laugh about that when I told them!
The girls.
I shot up. Where were they?
If I was in the hospital, there was a good chance they would be knocking around there somewhere too.
I tossed the blankets aside and threw my legs over the side of the bed. I placed my feet on the cold tiles and wiggled my toes. I still had control of my legs. That was good.
I performed the same action with my fingers. Full marks there,
