Life On A Thread

"Left, right, back, front, and up," Randy went looking around.

"Who is Raul?" Randy thought, taking a heavy gulp.

The reason for Randy's heavy gulp was due to the slowly twisting expression of the white-haired woman and the air which seemed to be getting too heavy to breathe.

"Ehrrm, Ma'am, you're making a mistake. I'm not Raul, I'm Randy," Randy said, unable to keep a sense of pride out of his tone when he called his name.

Randy's words seemed to have sent the lioness over the edge, as though her beautiful features quickly relaxed, Randy suddenly fell to the ground.

"Arggghhhhhhhhh!"

Without holding back a thing, Randy let out a soul-wrenching scream.

The pain came from deep within Randy and registered in his head.

In a split second, Randy found himself falling to the ground and rolling around in anguish, grabbing his head and screaming out his lungs.

At the moment, Randy could think of nothing but the pain in him and with how intense it was, he wasted no time praying to anybody that would listen to take his life and free him from the torment.

Randy went screaming for some seconds which seemed like forever, and then sweet darkness came and took him.

.......

Without fail, consciousness came back into the mind of the boy who had just been screaming and then rather than opening his eyes to the dark world and harsh reality that awaited him now that he was out of the dream world, he decided to keep them closed and then go thinking.

"That was horrible. I'm traumatized. I don't think I can ever feel safe going into the dream world again.

Damn, how can a big-chested woman like her be so evil? She's supposed to be sweet and seeking my protection.

That woman, I know she has a big chest and definitely a great ass, but do I really still want to go there again?

That pain, I don't want to feel it again. It's so horrible. Even now, I'm still shivering at the thought of it.

Damn stupid eyes, why are they getting wet?"

As Randy decided to stay in the comfort of his thoughts, he could not help but shed a tear as he remembered the horrible pain which he had just been through but as he blinked his eyes to clear the leaning water, he caught sight of an image that had him spring to his feet and without hesitation, turn around and shoot forward.

"No, impossible! I can't be in the dream world. I still can't be in here.

That woman killed me with that pain she inflicted, and even if I didn't die, I was knocked out, that should have sent me to the real world. Why am I still here?"

For the first few seconds of his run, Randy was in denial of where he was, but as he observed his desolated surroundings and remembered the fact that he was actually running, a cold chill settled within him, and he had to accept the truth.

"Lord, please don't let me die," Randy prayed and cried within as he ran.

Other than the first time he had come here, nothing in the dream world brought fear into Randy's mind anymore, he was accustomed to everything the world had to offer, and even when he was hit with a few minor surprises, the knowledge that he would return to the real world and have a chance to prepare and return back to the dream world kept him confident.

Unfortunately, today the confidence which Randy had always had in himself and in the dream world was shaken, at the moment all he wanted to do was survive, and though he usually didn't care much about his life, survival was an instinct, and at the moment Randy was acting on it.

With the few occasional times Randy turned his head to look back, he had spotted the white-haired woman still standing in her original spot and seeing himself moving farther and farther away from her only served to make Randy run harder.

A minute into his run and successful escape, Randy felt the world around him blur and twist like it were collapsing, and then the next second, he found himself standing in front of the white-haired woman, standing right where he had left her and worst of all, he was looking into her eyes.

Randy didn't know how he had ended up in front of and looking into the white-haired woman's eyes and feeling his mind disconnected from his body, unable to move it and only able to register the fact that he was staring at a pair of red beautiful eyes, Randy shivered.

In such a situation, thoughts of what would happen to him were quick to begin germinating in Randy's head, but unfortunately, before they could sprout, the white-haired woman blinked and then let out a long sigh.

Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, immediately the white-haired woman stopped looking at him. Randy, whose body had been frozen in a sort of trance, plopped to the ground but before he could fall face first into the dirt, Randy took control of his body and instead fell to his knees.

With his hands clasped and head bowed, Randy immediately began speaking.

"Please don't kill me, please don't kill me. I'm sorry for looking at you while you were naked and ogling your breasts, I promise I won't do that again.

Please, I didn't know better."

It was easy to be goofy and especially careless when one believed they had a sort of immunity to whatever consequences, and Randy had been like that until he discovered that he might actually be trapped in here with the white-haired woman.

In a second, the several horror movies which Randy had watched came pouring into his head and he could not help but draw up the worst of possibilities.

Dreading the possibilities that had sprouted in his mind, and most especially the thought of the pain he had been subjected to minutes ago, Randy had no hesitation in dropping to his knees and begging in whatever way he could.

"I'm not going to kill you."