Dream Ripples
From The Awakening of Emily Series
Emily, reared by a religiously fanatical grandmother after her parents were taken from her by a freak accident, grew into young adulthood under-developed in self-esteem, social skills, and knowing much about sex, except whatever her older cousin would impart. Until the night of her grandmother’s funeral. Her awakening, regarding passion and sex, began with a dream.
In the dream, she’d stood in front of a house.
That dwelling looked naked under the waxing gibbous moon hanging high in the sky, she’d thought.
Her destination.
She knew the house well.
She walked through the door.
Icy-hot tentacles of fear embraced her when a gloved hand pulled at her. Then pain jarred through her body, as she was slammed to the floor. Blackness overtook her.
When her mind stirred to wakefulness, her body could not move. Stretched out on a rug, wrists were tied to two dining room table legs and her legs to two widely spread chairs.
She looked around, eyes wide, heart thundering. The room was deep in shadow. Her eyes had not adjusted; she could not see who stood near.
She tried to pull the chairs closer to ease the strain on her limbs. They would not shift…
