Chapter 23: Three Weeks (F-solo)

Two weeks, six days. Almost three weeks of sulking in her room while avoiding her mother and the rest of the world.

Every time she ventured upstairs, she was afraid of encountering her mother. Her mother had been working from home to ensure Sonja remained at the house and it was inevitable that they would encounter each other in the kitchen or near the upstairs bathrooms.

Their encounters all ended the same, with them screaming at each other before storming away. Ever since the night of the fight, it had only gotten worse. If Gweneth wasn't trying to convince Sonja to abandon Meris, it was Sonja finding fault in every single thing her mother did. It got only worse every time until Sonja found it easier to remain in her room and wait out the last two weeks.

She glanced up at the ceiling. She was hungry, but her mother may be near the kitchen. In a few hours, Gweneth should be heading to sleep and then Sonja could steal a few bites to eat before doing the same. The only difference was that Sonja knew where her dreams would go.

Sonja stroked her long finger along the moist slit. Curls of pleasure rose up from the touch but she knew that nothing would come of it. Two weeks ago, she passed the hours by masturbating until she passed out, but too many times left her numb. No matter how excited she got, no orgasm would rip through her body. No pleasure could bring her to anything that satisfied her.

Her dreams never stopped. Every night, she was plunged into the surrealist world of cannibalism and death. Her body warmed at the thought of having a spit shoved into her pussy and out her throat.

Sonja stroked her pussy, sliding her finger deeper against her opening and up along her clitoris. The pleasure rippled along her senses but she knew it would never crest into an orgasm. No matter how much she stroked herself, no matter how hard she finger-banged herself, it would never come. Her orgasms were locked into her dreams, the single rush of pleasure that came when she died on the blonde ghost' spit.

As much as the idea of being snuffed in a dream would terrify her, it was also the only time in three weeks that Sonja had a chance to be with Meris. It didn't matter if they were being cooked alive together or having their throats cut, they were able to look into each others eyes before the end.

Her fingers grew wetter with her thoughts. She stroked harder and faster, trailing her fingers up and down despite the uselessness of her efforts. She sighed and leaned back, trying to imagine what horrors her dreams would be that night.

It didn't matter though. In less than a day, she would be back at school and hopefully in Meris' arms. She smiled and closed her eyes. All the dreams and fantasies involved would be nothing compared to having the real Meris in her arms. She thought she remembered how her lover's body felt against her naked skin, but three weeks made it difficult to remember Meris' soft skin and heated breath.

The image wouldn't come to her head. She sighed with frustration but kept her fingers pressed against her soaked folds. She wanted to have an orgasm with the raw memories of her lover, but every time she relaxed, memories of her dreams came back. Death mixed in with her love for Meris, corrupting it.

Sonja frowned as she struggled to separate dreams from reality. Her fingers trailed slowly along her slit, but there was no desperation to seek out an orgasm that would never come.

She sighed again. If the only way she could have Meris was in a dream of death and destruction, then she didn't have a choice. Closing her eyes tighter, she palmed her pussy and sank back in her pillows. Sleep would come soon and she would be with her Meris one more time.

Sonja smiled and let the darkness take her.

End of Chapter 23