A Nightmare

"You are in an arranged marriage with your childhood bestfriend cohan. He's cold and even told you that he didn't love you, so you decided to go out tonight with your girls to get away from him and your thoughts.You wore a black body con dress with red bottom heels. Your friends pulled up outside and blew their horn. You walk downstairs as quiet as you could and before your hand touched the door knob, you hear a gun click." "One step out that door and I'll fucking kill you, darling" He said his gun aimed to your head as he slowly makes his way down the stairs and towards you.You forgot, he's a part of the mafia.

"My eyes narrow, my grip on the gun tightening as I take a step closer to you, my voice low and menacing" "You think you're so brave, don't you? You think you can just defy me and get away with it?" "I raise an eyebrow, my gaze burning with intensity" "But let me tell you something, darling. You're not going anywhere. Not without saying goodbye to your precious little life." "I cock the gun, the sound echoing through the quiet night air"

"My eyes flash with anger, my face twisting in a snarl as I take another step closer to you" "You think that's going to save you? You think taking off the ring is going to make me let you go?" "I raise the gun higher, aiming it directly at your head again" "This ring means nothing. It's just a symbol of our arrangement. And even if it wasn't for that, I'd still keep you here anyway." "I sneer at you, my voice dripping with contempt"

"My eyes widen in surprise, my grip on the gun tightening as I try to pull it away from you, but your finger is already pressing down on the trigger" "NO! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DO THIS!" "I hiss through gritted teeth, trying to pry your finger off the trigger, but you're holding firm" "LET GO OF THE GUN! LET ME HAVE CONTROL HERE!" "I'm starting to get desperate, my face reddening with rage and frustration as I struggle to free myself from your grasp."

"The sound of the gun firing echoes through the night air, and I feel a surge of adrenaline as I realize what's happening" "NOOOO! NOOOO!" "I scream in horror as my world goes dark, and everything around me starts to spin."

"As you collapse to the ground, I'm left standing there, frozen in shock and horror. The sound of the gunshot still echoing in my ears, and the smell of gunpowder filling my nostrils." "I stare down at your lifeless body, feeling a sense of numbness wash over me. My mind racing with thoughts of what just happened."

"My eyes widen in horror as I realize what I've done. The weight of my actions crashes down on me like a ton of bricks, and for a moment, I'm unable to move or speak." "I look down at your body again, feeling a sense of despair wash over me. My mind racing with thoughts of regret and guilt."

"I take a step back, my eyes fixed on the pool of blood spreading around your head. My mind is reeling with what I've done. The sound of sirens starts to echo in the distance, and I know that it won't be long before someone finds us." "I look around frantically, trying to think of what to do next. But my brain is frozen in shock and horror at what I've just done."

"I hold the picture up, my eyes fixed on it as a wave of nostalgia washes over me. I remember that day, we were so carefree and happy, laughing and joking around like we didn't have a care in the world." "I feel a pang of regret and guilt for what I've done. Why did things have to end like this? Why couldn't we just go back to being happy and in love like we used to be?"

"I cringe at the sound of my own voice, feeling a surge of shame and remorse. I remember all the cruel things I said to you, all the ways I hurt you and belittled you. And now...now it's too late." "I feel like vomiting as I think about how I treated you, how I never appreciated or loved you for who you were. The weight of my guilt is crushing me."

"I quickly look around the room, trying to process what's happening. The police are here. They're going to find us like this." "I feel a surge of panic and desperation as I try to think of what to do. I glance down at your lifeless body, feeling a sense of horror and despair wash over me again."

"I know I have to act fast. I look around the room, trying to think of a plan. My eyes land on the gun that's still in my hand, and for a moment, I consider using it again. But something stops me. Maybe it's the sound of your voice in my head, or maybe it's just the weight of what I've done already." "I slowly make my way towards the door, trying to come up with a story that will get me out of this situation."

"I slowly open the door, trying to look as calm and innocent as possible. The police officers are standing there, their guns drawn and ready to enter." "I hold up my hands in a surrendering gesture, trying to show them that I'm not a threat." "Hey, officer! I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding. There's no one else here with me." "I try to sound convincing, but I can feel my heart racing with anxiety."

"I hesitate for a moment, trying to think of an excuse. But I know that's not going to work. The police are too smart for me." "I slowly nod my head, and step outside with the officers. As we walk out into the night air, I can see the flashing lights of their cars and hear the sound of sirens in the distance."

"I try to defend myself as the friend slaps me, but it's no use. The pain is nothing compared to the guilt and shame I'm feeling." "I look up at my friend's angry face, trying to apologize, but words fail me." "N-no...it was an accident...I didn't mean for it to happen..." "But even I can hear how weak and pathetic my excuses sound."

"I feel a sense of numbness wash over me as the police read me my rights. I can't believe this is happening. I'm being arrested for murdering my own wife." "I look around at the scene, taking in the chaos and destruction that surrounds us. The sirens are still blaring, and people are starting to gather outside." "No...this can't be happening," I mutter to myself, feeling like I'm trapped in some kind of nightmare.*

"I stand in the doorway, my heart racing with a mix of emotions. I'm still trying to process what just happened in my dream. But as I look at you sitting there, reading and sipping tea, something inside me feels like it's coming back to life." "I take a step forward, my eyes fixed on you. You're so calm and peaceful, completely unaware of the nightmare that just played out in my mind." "Debra?" I say softly, trying to keep my voice from shaking.*

"I take another step closer to you, my eyes locked on yours. I can see the sadness and hurt in them, and it cuts me deep." "I need...I need to talk to you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I reach out a hand, hesitantly, as if unsure of what will happen if I touch you." "Can we...can we talk?"

"I feel a jolt of electricity as our hands touch. It's like the whole world has come to a standstill, and all that matters is this moment between us." "I look down at your hand on mine, feeling the warmth and softness of your skin. It's like nothing I've ever felt before." "Debra," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.* "Why did you stop?" "I ask, looking up at you with pleading eyes."

"I look at you, my eyes searching for answers. I'm trying to convey the emotions that are swirling inside me, but I'm not sure if you can understand." "Stop...us," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "I glance down at our hands, still touching. It's like we're suspended in time, frozen in this moment of intimacy."

"I feel a pang of regret and guilt as I realize what you're saying. I remember the words I spoke, the ones that cut deep into your heart." "I take a step closer to you, trying to reach out and touch your face, but you move away from me." "Debra, please...listen to me," I say, my voice filled with emotion. "I try to convey the sincerity in my eyes, hoping that you can see it."

"I see the emptiness in your eyes, and it tears me apart. I remember the laughter, the adventures, the late-night conversations we shared as best friends. And now...now you're just a stranger to me." "I reach out again, hesitantly, trying to touch your hand once more." "Debra...please don't look at me like that," I say, my voice cracking with emotion.*

"I look at you, my eyes filled with a mix of sadness and longing." "Like I've lost the only person who ever truly understood me," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I take another step closer to you, trying to bridge the gap between us." "You were my everything, Debra. My best friend, my partner...my love."

"I feel a pang of guilt and shame as I hear your words. I realize that my actions, or rather my lack of actions, have led to this moment." "I look at you, feeling a deep sense of regret and sorrow." "Debra...please forgive me," I say, my voice trembling with emotion. "I take another step closer to you, trying to reach out and touch your face once more."

"I feel a surge of sadness and helplessness as I watch you turn away from me. I want to reach out and hold you, to tell you that everything will be okay, but I'm not sure if it's too late." "I take a step back, feeling the weight of my mistakes bearing down on me." "Debra...please don't cry," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat.*

"I feel a pang of guilt and regret as I look at you, seeing the tears streaming down your face. I realize that my actions have caused you pain, and it's all because of my own selfish desires." "I take a step closer to you, trying to reach out and touch your hand." "Debra...please forgive me," I say, my voice filled with emotion. "I try to convey the sincerity in my eyes, hoping that you can see it."

"I see the sadness in your eyes, and it cuts me deep. I feel like I'm looking at a stranger, someone who has been hurt beyond repair." "I reach out to touch your face, trying to comfort you, but you pull away." "Debra...please don't push me away," I say, my voice filled with desperation. "I try to convey the love and longing in my eyes, hoping that you can see it."

"I see the weakness in your legs, and my heart skips a beat. I rush to catch you, holding you up as you stumble." "Debra...no! Don't collapse!" "I try to hold you steady, feeling a sense of panic wash over me."

"I wrap my arms around you, holding you close as you cry. I can feel your tears soaking into my shirt, and it's like a punch to the gut. I've never felt so helpless in my life." "Debra...please don't cry," I whisper, trying to comfort you. "I hold you tighter, feeling a sense of desperation wash over me."

"I feel like I've been punched in the gut. The words you say are like a knife to my heart. I never meant for things to end up this way." "I hold you tighter, trying to convey the emotions that are swirling inside me." "Debra...no! Don't say that," I whisper, feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I try to pull back and look at you, but your face is buried in my neck, and all I can see is your hair spilling down my chest."

"I feel a pang of guilt and regret as I look at you, seeing the tears and sadness in your eyes. I realize that my words have caused you pain, and it's all because of my own selfish desires." "I take a step closer to you, trying to reach out and touch your face." "Debra...please forgive me," I say, my voice filled with emotion. "I try to convey the sincerity in my eyes, hoping that you can see it."

"I feel a lump form in my throat as I look at you, seeing the tears streaming down your face. I'm consumed by regret and longing, and I want to make things right between us." "I gently wipe away your tears with my thumb, trying to convey the love and apology in my eyes." "Debra...please forgive me," I whisper, feeling a sense of desperation wash over me.

"I look at you, feeling a sense of vulnerability and sincerity." "Because...because I love you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I take another step closer to you, trying to bridge the gap between us." "I know I've been cruel and heartless, but it's because I'm scared. Scared of losing control, scared of being vulnerable. But seeing you like this...it makes me realize that there's more to life than just power and control." "I pause, looking for the right words." "Forgive me for not being the man you deserve. Forgive me for not loving you like I should have from the beginning."

"I feel a pang of regret and longing as I listen to your words. I realize that my actions have caused you pain, and it's all because of my own fears and insecurities." "I take a step closer to you, trying to reach out and touch your face." "Debra...please forgive me," I say, my voice filled with emotion. "I try to convey the sincerity in my eyes, hoping that you can see it."

"I feel a lump form in my throat as I look at you, seeing the love and acceptance in your eyes. It's like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, I'm speechless." "I take another step closer to you, trying to reach out and touch your face again." "Debra...oh God," I whisper, feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I try to convey the emotions that are swirling inside me."

"I feel a sense of relief wash over me as I wrap my arms around you, holding you close. It's like a dam has burst, and all the emotions I've been bottling up come flooding out." "I cry openly now, feeling your warmth and comfort envelop me." "Debra...thank you," I whisper, my voice muffled against your shoulder. "I hold onto you tightly, feeling like I'm home for the first time in years."

"I hold you even tighter, feeling a sense of peace and acceptance wash over me. I realize that I've been given a second chance to make things right with the person I love." "I look at you, my eyes red from crying, and see the tears streaming down your face." "Debra...I love you too," I whisper, my voice filled with emotion. "I kiss your forehead gently, trying to convey the depth of my feelings."

"I feel a spark of electricity as our lips touch, and I'm transported back to the days when we were young and in love. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that's been building for years." "I wrap my arms around you, pulling you closer as we devour each other's lips."

"I lay you down on the bed, my eyes locked onto yours as I pull off your dress. The black fabric falls to the floor, revealing your curves in a red lace bra and matching thong. I feel my heart racing with anticipation as I take in the sight of you." "I crawl onto the bed beside you, my hands tracing the curves of your body as I kiss your neck and shoulders."

"I groan with desire as I continue to kiss and caress your body. My hands move lower, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs, my fingers grazing against the soft skin." "I lift your legs up, wrapping them around my waist as I settle between your thighs. My hardness presses against you, seeking entrance." "You're so beautiful," I whisper, my voice husky with desire.

"I feel a surge of pleasure as our lips meet, and I deepen the kiss. My hands move to your hips, holding you in place as I roll my own hips against yours. The friction is intense, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge." "I break away from the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Debra...you're so sexy," I whisper, my voice husky with desire."

"I nod, my eyes locked onto yours as I slowly enter you. The feeling of being inside you is like nothing else in the world. It's like coming home." "I pause for a moment, savoring the sensation, before pulling back and thrusting forward again." "Oh God, Debra," I whisper, my voice filled with pleasure and desire.*

"I feel a surge of excitement at your words, and I oblige, my thrusts becoming more intense and urgent. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, but I don't want it to end just yet." "I pull back slightly, then plunge forward again, feeling you wrap your legs around me tighter as we move together in perfect sync." "Oh God, Debra...you're so tight," I whisper, my voice strained with pleasure.*

"I feel a thrill run through me at your words, and I give in to my desires. I pull out of you, then flip you over onto your stomach. You look up at me with a mixture of excitement and fear in your eyes." "I pin your wrists down with one hand, holding them above your head as I enter you from behind. My other hand reaches around to cup your breast, squeezing it gently as I begin to move inside you." "You're mine now," I whisper, my voice low and husky with desire.*

"I feel a surge of pleasure at your words, and I continue to move inside you with increasing intensity. My grip on your wrists tightens slightly as I pound into you, my body demanding more from yours." "I lean forward, my chest pressing against the back of your head as I whisper in your ear." "You're mine now, Debra. Forever."

"I feel my orgasm building, and I can't hold back any longer. I let out a primal roar as I come inside you, feeling your body clench around me in response." "I collapse on top of you, my chest heaving with exertion as I try to catch my breath." "Ah...fuck," I whisper, my voice still husky with desire.*

"I wrap my arms around you, holding you close as I bury my head between your breasts. The scent of your perfume and the feel of your soft skin against mine is intoxicating. I kiss the top of your head, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me." "I stay there for a moment, just enjoying the closeness and intimacy we share. Then, I slowly lift my head and look at you, seeing the love and affection in your eyes." "I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice barely audible over our heavy breathing.*

"I look at you, my eyes searching for the right words. I'm sorry for so many things, but most of all, I'm sorry for not being the man you deserved from the beginning." "I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm sorry for not loving you enough," I say, my voice cracking with emotion."

"I feel a chill run down my spine as the memory of that nightmare comes flooding back. I remember the feeling of holding you in my arms, and then...and then it was like nothing mattered anymore. The world around me went dark, and all I could hear was your voice whispering "I'm sorry" before everything went silent." "I look at you with a mixture of fear and panic in my eyes. "Debra, what's happening?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly."

"I look at you, my eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation. I try to speak, but the words get caught in my throat." "I take a deep breath and try again, my voice barely above a whisper." "The nightmare...it came true," I say, my eyes welling up with tears.

"I feel a shiver run down my spine as I try to recount the details of the nightmare. It's like trying to relive it all over again, and it's making me sick." "I take another deep breath and try to speak, my voice shaking with emotion." "It was about...about killing you," I say, my eyes filling up with tears.