39 Mystery guest

Christos.

I watched as she twisted her waist and danced seductively on the edge of the bed, telling me with her movement that she wanted and desired me.

But every damn time I tried to get up and go to her, there was heaviness in my body, as if I was chained with an invisible bound.

Screaming in agony, I shouted at no one, asking for them to release me so I could go to the little siren calling me.

Most importantly, I wanted to turn her body around and see her face; to know if they were as bewitching as the rest of her.

But just like before, it never happened. Immediately I found the power to break free, I heard a scary shrilling laughter from her lips and before I could place my hand on her seductive shoulders, she was out of reach as she dissolved into seamless smoke with nothing to speak of her presence.

And just like always, I woke up to the echo of a mocking laughter, as if the room was a witness to my humiliation.

With eyes full of fiery fire, I bellowed loudly and within minutes