Restless dreams, p.1
Restless Dreams, page 1
Restless Dreams
The Realm Series
Book I
VICTORIA REDFIELD
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Content Warning
This book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
This book contains graphic scenes and explicit sexual content. The actions depicted in this book may be dangerous and are strictly a work of fiction. Reader discretion is advised.
Triggers:
CNC, Primal Play, Knife Play, Degradation, Erotic Asphyxiation, Castration, Mutilation, Torture, Immolation, Manipulation, Gore, Eye-Gouging, Religious Trauma, Nemesis, Sexual Content, Immolation, Oral, Blood
Read through the triggers once more, then decide if you should continue on with this book. The content within this book is heavy.
ENJOY!
Dedication
For all my fellow Smut lovers with a thing for Pyramid Head, wondering if he has a cock built by the devil himself, this one is absolutely for you.
Now run.
Playlist
● Akira Yamaoka - Lost Carol
● Korn - Shoots and Ladders
● Three Days Grace - Pain
● Mudvayne - Happy?
● Kidneythieves - Before I’m Dead
● t.A.T.u - Clowns (Can you see me now?)
● Korn - Freak on a Leash
● Hollywood Undead - Kill Everyone
● Flyleaf - Fully Alive
● Flyleaf - All around me
● Evanescence - Haunted
● Evanescence - Imaginary
● Melanie Martinez - Tag you’re it
● Akira Yamaoka - You’re not Here
PART I
Chapter I
SCARLET
It happened again. I woke up in a pool of my own sweat—the pulsation of pleasure and thrill throughout my core, along with a cherry topping of fear to go with it. I’ll never understand why these dreams affect me the way they do. For the past couple of months they’ve been haunting my conscience, and at the center stands him. The mysterious figure who chases me every night, wielding what appears to be a thick sword. I know it's heavy, as I can hear it scraping against the ground, and I know he's coming.
I rolled out of bed, forcing myself out of my thoughts as I glanced at the clock. “Nine thirty. FUCK!”
I'm gonna be late again.
I worked the night shift at a lonely diner in the middle of nowhere. It seemed like a good gig at first—quiet, low-profile, and just something simple. Unfortunately, my mind never fully comprehended the effect this would have on my sleep, or my ability to function.
I rushed around my small, cluttered apartment, grabbing articles of clothing throughout the place. “Man, I really need to do laundry.” I wandered, looking for the last bit of the puzzle I needed. Panties. I glanced around, finding one of my thongs dangling over my chair, like they were put there just to catch my eye.
I didn’t put those there…
Instantly, my paranoia kicked in, and I began running around the apartment like a mad woman, checking every window and door to make sure I didn't have an intruder. But everything was locked up tight. I took a deep breath of relief as I looked down at the moth tattoo around my belly button. Sometimes I forget about that one.
Just as I finished getting dressed for my lovely shift, my phone went off. The sound of Korn's song 'Twisted Transistor' blared from my little smartphone. I picked it up.
Anna, of course.
I rolled my eyes as I tapped the green circle. ''Yes, mother, I am making my way out the door as we speak.'' I said with a hint of attitude and sarcasm.
"Girl, good, because you know me, I ain't going in till you're here." Anna responds with the utmost amount of positivity.
She couldn't care less what anyone else in this godforsaken world thinks. I, on the other hand, felt as though I cared too much. When you grew up having it hammered into your head that image is everything, it tends to do things to your psyche.
My father’s words replayed in my mind.
‘Be the part, play the part of an innocent girl, Scarlet.’
I suppose that was to be expected.
“I will be there in fifteen,” I huffed, pressing the big red button and grabbing my bag off the kitchen counter.
I stormed out to my car, I was lucky work is practically just down the road from my apartment building. It's really within walking distance, but with my paranoia and the fears of the unknown, I always just take my car.
'Better safe than sorry'
I could hear my dad saying in the back of my head every time the thought crossed my mind of why I don't just walk.
The drive was quiet and dark as usual, the quietness then took over my mind, and I'm lost in thought, thinking of him. The tall, broad shouldered creature that chases me in my dreams. I don't know if he is a creature for sure. Along with his giant size, he wears a big iron pyramid shaped head armor, coated in the blood of his victims, and a cloth skirt with a slit down the side of his left thigh, but short enough it shows off his toned, long, muscular thighs.
He must have one hell of an ass with thighs that big and carved, perfect for me to grab onto and pull on as he’s pounding me into oblivion.
A warmth spreads throughout my pussy as I try to imagine it… I shook my head at myself as I pulled into the diner's parking lot.
I really am delusional if I would ever think of the devil of my dreams fucking me.
"I really am twisted." I looked at myself in my mirror. My long black hair pulled up into a messy bun, showing off my earrings along with the cross tattooed behind my ear.
I'm startled when I'm suddenly greeted by knocking on my window. I snapped my head towards my driver side window, feeling my face turn red and fueled with fire.
Anna stood just outside my car door, twiddling her fingers at me in a slow wave with a big smile on her face, knowing she just scared me shitless.
I started to get out, shutting off my car's ignition, almost forgetting to grab my purse on the way out. “You're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days, and then you won’t have help for the night.” I said with an amount of playfulness only Anna could understand.
The rest of the world can kiss my clit. I'm not one for people, but I've known Anna since I moved here six months ago. While that seemed like a short amount of time, she was always one of the few to treat me with kindness, ever since I'd lived just up the road a little ways. I never really found out where I'm originally from, growing up I was told my father adopted me as soon as I was born. While being accepted by him was great, I moved out at the ripe age of 19. I needed to find out who I was for myself, being alone had some therapeutic upsides to it, like the quiet. Unfortunately, sometimes even the quiet was too loud. Besides Anna, sometimes the nightmares were my only company in my apartment, kept shit interesting.
“It'll keep you sharp for the night.” Anna responds with a warm grin, she always tries to make sure the air is filled with a feel of positivity before we have to deal with the pervy men of the night coming in for the common black cup of tar they call coffee.
I shoved her shoulder lightly as she started to giggle, walking ahead of me with a little skip in her walk. She opened the door to the diner, and I’m greeted with the mouthwatering smell of fried bacon and the warm maple syrup that our customers put on the grits. I will say one thing about my job, our chef Donny can cook a mean smorgasbord of breakfast and lunch.
We made our way back to the locker room and a sudden slam of a door opening made Anna shriek.
Our manager Andy stands in the doorway with a sour look on his face, he always looks that way. “Scarlet, may I please see you in my office, don't bother putting your items in your locker.”
I shouldn't be surprised he’s on my ass already, when I've only just walked through the door.
"Good luck." Anna said softly from behind me with a look of severe surprise on her face.
I was just as surprised, following Andy into his office and immediately took a seat in the worn chair sitting directly in front of his desk. Scattered piles of paper everywhere laid upon its dusty surface as he sat behind it all.
He cupped his hands together, looking down at the desk, then back up at me. “Scarlet, you are not in trouble, but unfortunately we have to cut your hours due to our sales not being what they were.”
The air suddenly turned foggy as I sat there, staring blankly at him, flabbergasted by the words that had just left his mouth.
Chapter II
PARKER
"Your orders were very clear; you were to drag our lost soul back to the realm so we could proceed with the sacred ritual!" Priscilla roared down as I sat on my knees in front of her throne, if you will even call it that.
She sits upon a wide wooden chair with our world's sacred markings etched into it with fire, a big circle with a cross, accompanied by circles surrounding the cross. Long giant goblets of fire sit in each corner of the cavern, totaling 4, making my forehead lined with beads of sweat under my head armor. Most don't realize there is a man under my armor. A triangle head covering was splattered with the blood of the targets I've had to subdue when they try to run away from me.
But I want this target struggling under me for a different reason.
There was something about Scarlet Mason that made my cock throb. I've never wanted to catch and claim my victim for pure pleasure before until I laid eyes upon her in her own head. She doesn't realize The Realm is after her, and she also doesn't realize I'm the one getting into her head while she sleeps at night. It is both a blessing and a curse that Priscilla performed our sacred ritual on me to grant me the powers of the unknown gods to protect the realm. She won't admit it, but I am nothing more than her henchman; I am just as expendable as the rest of the realm. Being a protector has its perks, though. I get to try out every beautiful woman the realm has to offer. But none of them will ever come close to quenching my thirst for Scarlet Mason,her beautiful small frame shuddering as she lays panting and begging for all of me as I thrust the handle of my blade in her tight,glistening, tulip of a pussy.Her folds gripped on as I pushed it in and out slowly. I must have gotten lost in a daydream when Priscilla's voice snapped me back to my hell.
"Am I boring you, protector? Snap back to the place you belong and make sure you do not fail your mission tonight. You are aware of the repercussions that will be brought upon you if you do not bring back the target. It is imperative we retrieve Sharon Mason!"
She snaps as she stares down at me from her wretched throne. It looks too close to a cavern to ever actually be considered a throne.
``Yes Ma'am."
I say as I turn around and stomp out of the cavern to my cave of a room where I go to retrieve my blade, and I also take a minute to take off my head covering. No one is to know what I look like or who the protector actually is. It is a sin by the gods if people know who the protector is by the amount of murder committed by them; my life would be on the line immensely, as would our leader. I look at myself in my mirror as I splash some cold water from a bucket on my face. My strong jaw and blue eyes would be a hit with the ladies if I could take my head covering off while fucking them.
Maybe you will be the first of many to lay eyes on me as I destroy you from the inside out, Scarlet.
I dry off my face and proceed to put my head covering back on,making my way down to the ritual room. The fellow honorable members of the realm exit the room as I enter, knowing I am about to manipulate this woman's mind.
The ritual room is the most sacred room in the caverns; it is the one closest to the fires that burn beneath us. Lit by the gods, we would never be able to put them out. The lessons from Priscilla throughout the years have taught us nothing but to obey her every whim and desire to gain the crown of our realm. She claims she has spoken to the gods, and their guidance is bestowed on her to keep the realm an underlying ring of fire beneath the innocent burning for eternity.
The humans don’t know we are down here, conspiring to watch every one of them burn to fuel The Realm with their souls. To keep the realm a burning blaze and alive once a week, we are required to sacrifice one human soul a week to keep our world in order. According to Priscilla, we will all perish if we ever fall out of this routine. However, Scarlet was not a target for daily sacrifice. Priscilla believes she is one of the humans who can communicate with our god and that her soul has a different flame burning in it. This is a threat to Priscilla; therefore, I am assigned to bring her back to have our sacred ritual performed, then lock her up in the dungeons. Her mindset is that if she has complete control over a threat, they are no longer a threat to her. I beg to differ with this one.
I begin to slice my hand and squeeze as the red beads drop onto the outline of our sacred mark. Closing my eyes, I start to hum as I squeeze my hand harder. Our mark glows beneath me with my own blood as my mind shifts into Scarlet's. My prey doesn't know it,but her nightmare is on its way.
Chapter III
SCARLET
If I were a tea kettle, steam would be coming out of every opening, and I would boil over. I'm so pissed.
Stomping towards my car and arguing with Andy got me nowhere and only revealed how much of a selfish prick he truly was. I was already barely making ends meet as it was.I couldn't complain because, truly, I had everything I needed in my shaggy apartment; it was better than being homeless. But now that I was losing hours, it would make it harder and give me much less than what I needed to survive; therefore, I was in a panic. I get into my car, nearly slamming the door on my leg because I have such a fire lit under my ass. I immediately light a cigarette while inhaling. I close my eyes, exhaling the smoke out, letting the cancer silence my head. After a couple drags and a few deep breaths, I ash my cigarette and proceed to drive home.
Soon as I walk through my front door, I immediately make my way to my shower, letting my bag trail behind me. Blasting the water at the hottest setting, of course, I start to strip off my uniform, making a mini-mountain of clothes next to my feet. I step into the steaming enclosure, letting my hair down. I close my eyes as I start to feel the warmth of the water washing over my body. My heart then starts to thump on my chest; visions of him chasing me pop in and out of my head; my pussy starts to throb at the thought; and I move back to let the hard stream hit my sweet spot.
Leaning back, I lick the tips of my fingers with a good coating of spit and start to run circles on my clitorous.I envision him chasing me through the halls of what appears to be an abandoned hospital.
The appearance of it makes it seem like it has been burned or perhaps had hell living inside it. This time he chases me to a door, and when I go to open it, I discover it's locked. How unfortunate. Suddenly, I feel his fingers grasping my neck from behind, while his other hand starts to run from the back of my hips to my ass. My legs start to convulse, and my orgasm takes hold as I realize just how much the thought of him consumes my mind and soul. Feeling refreshed physically, I shut the water off and ripped my towel from the hook, starting to dry off. Making my way into my bedroom, I chose a simple pair of leggings and a tank top to be cozy in since I will be home for a couple days. After cleaning up the apartment, starting with the laundry, an hour or two goes by, and I find myself slumped on the couch with a bottle of wine and a glass sitting in front of me. Flicking through Netflix, nothing seems eye-catching to me until I scroll over the movie Anna has been going on about for months.A horror film called Silent Hill.I press select, and the movie starts rolling with erie music that, oddly, is more comforting than creepy. 25 minutes later, I am in complete awe and regret that I did not take Anna up on this movie sooner. The plot along with the amount of heart wrenching moments leave me completely consumed,especially when she is saved by the rather cruel but alluring character they call Pyramid Head. The feeling was oddly familiar. I must have fallen asleep when I woke up to the credits rolling along with a wine bottle now half empty. I make my way to my bedroom with many hopes that I can have a peaceful rest and wake up without being in a pool of my own sweat or having my pussy be a pool as well. In hopes of preventing these and giving myself my own dose of melatonin, maybe a quick orgasm will do the trick.
My hands then start to slide down the front of my leggings as I massage my breast. My fingers make their way past my pants, and I find myself in a soft slip and slide. I don't even give myself time to tease. I almost immediately dive two of my fingers deep into my pussy curling them to hit all my right spots, wondering if this is what my dream demon would do to me if he finally caught me. Begging to feel anywhere close to the amount of ecstasy I felt from the last dream, I start to tilt my hips into my fingers, wanting them to reach deeper and deeper into me. I then start to imagine the feeling of his fingers wrapped around my neck as he hovers overtop of me, thrusting and growling as he claims my body from the inside out. The thought of being overpowered alone leaves my kitty meowing for more. I let out a loud moan and proceeded to climax, letting it ride out slowly. Feeling my cum drip down my thighs as they tightened, I lay back on the bed out of breath.
