Another Dream

Sitting on the bed she was unable to stop herself whatsoever looking at this idol. More and more it takes her attention. Laying back yet again Sarah lays across her mattress. Looking up the idol. It hurt to look away. Non-stop it was fascinating. Her arms began to grow weak under the weight of the idol. Eventually crossing to lay on her side the Idol rests. The eye inches from her face she slowly begins to drift out of consciousness.

She found herself in the chamber again, where she fell. The idol's home. No hole in the ceiling this time. Just a large chamber barren of anything. The idol still sat at the pedestal. Occasionally the vision changed. The idol's eye would be either the matte stone or it's glowing pink. Except more of it would be colored. More of it would be colored. Glowing. Around the room would be, bodies? A dozen bodies, lying there. Breathing. Writhing, each body plumper and fuller than the last. Stuck pleasuring themselves as she has been. But something was off about each. Their holes would be bigger, lips puffier. Her vision was still blurred so she couldn't make out too many details. There was one person though. Struggling to stand, it walked away from the idol. They did their best to get as far from where they were as possible. They wanted out. But there was none, they were sealed in. Why? Who put them in here? How did they get like this?

Waking up she was curious why she fell asleep again. Sarah sat up. Going back over to her front window she needed fresh air. The idol keeper tried to clear her mind. Clouded with thoughts about her visions. Who was the strange voice she kept hearing. What happened with this idol. Walking back into the bedroom she saw the idol on the bed. She got lost in the look of the eyes. It was just so entrancing. She needed to engulf herself in it's glow. Why? She fought. Why can't she look away?