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  Lauren became wet and frustrated as she watched the woman's thick cum run on the man's long dick. 'Fuck, why am I dreaming of this shit.'

  "Yes baby." Gabriela moaned as he slid his dick out of her warm wet box and turned her around sticking it deep into her mouth.

  "Mmmm, you tease so good Papi." She moaned as her tongue traveled down around to his balls. She got up on her knees and began to kiss his lips.

  Lauren closed her eyes and everything went black.

  "Ahhhh!" A loud piercing scream echoed out through the room.

  Lauren quickly opened her eyes and couldn't believe what she was seeing.

  Gabriela was screaming as loud as she could while she was lying on her back on the bed with a syringe sticking out of her left eye. The man pushed down on the syringe making the fluid rush into her eye. Soon after she was unable to move or scream, she lay there on the bed with her body paralyzed with blood gushing out of her left eye.

  "Why? Why did you do this to me?" She mumbled in a weak voice.

  He grabbed her sky blue thong off the floor by the side of the bed and stuffed it in her mouth. Lauren watched in horror and was mad she was unable to help and save the woman. But she couldn't control the body she was in or the dream. The man pulled out his long meat cleaver. He squeezed her thigh and swung hard chopping a huge piece of flesh off the right thigh, then the left one.

  "Ahhhh!" Gabriela cried in a weak scream because the drug in her system had her in a paralytic state.

  He grinned and pulled out the syringe from her left eye and flipped her over and started chopping off thick pieces of meat from both of the back of her thighs and her butt cheeks. He got off the bed and walked into her kitchen and opened the cabinet and found Ziploc bags and shopping bags. He returned back to the bedroom and picked up the pieces of flesh and chunks of meat that he had chopped off and left on the bed and put them into the Ziploc baggies then into the shopping bags. He bent over and flipped Gabriela back on her back. She was in excruciating pain. Her good eye popped wide open and looked at him as tears ran down her face. She tried to plea with her eye and face to not kill her. He lifted up her chin and swung hard.

  'No!' Lauren yelled as she watched the meat cleaver chop through Gabriela's neck splitting it wide open and sending a gush of blood squirting in the air.

  The man stood back and watched the blood drain out of her body before he pulled out a lighter and lit the bed on fire. With one spark, the bed went up in flames destroying any evidence and D.N.A. As he walked out of the house, he wiped down anything that he had touched and left the apartment.

  'No! No! Why?' Lauren screamed and cried after seeing everything that happened.

  She could feel the cool air hit her face and felt the body she was trapped in turn around and looked at the building. Seeing the whole fifth floor look as if it was burning down as people started running out of the building. Fire truck sirens could be heard whistling from two blocks away. The man turned around slowly, walking off the block and was never noticed by anyone.

  "No! No!" Lauren screamed.

  "You monster!'" She jumped up and looked around to see she was in her own bedroom under her bed covers in a cold sweat, breathing hard.

  "What the hell was that?" She said out loud to herself.

  "It felt so real, but yet it was a dream? I've been over working to damn hard." Lauren turned her head to look at the digital clock on the nightstand that read 7:40 p.m.

  "Shit, I'm going to be late for my eight o'clock shift."

  She pulled her phone from up under her pillow and checked it for any missed calls or messages. She pressed the touch screen on her Blackberry phone and signed onto her My Face account and began to type, 'Just had the wildest and craziest nightmare. I think I'm working too hard and need to let my body rest', she then checked what she wrote in her status box and then pressed the share button.

  Seconds later, 'You’re only having crazy dreams because you're not in my arms', Lauren read the comment one of her ex-boyfriends had left under her status she just shared. She laughed and began to text, 'Well, I would have stayed in your arms if you knew how to keep only one woman in them lol, so it is what it is.' She wrote and pressed share.

  'You tell him, girl all them pretty boys are the same.' She reads the comment one of her old high school friends left. She smiled as she logged off of My Face and quickly got dressed to get ready for work.

  Chapter 9

  Dalisia had been out all day. Her feet were sore with every step she took.

  She Google’s all the 323 townhouse addresses on her iPhone. This was the ninth townhouse she was heading to for the day, all the other townhouses were abandoned or had families living in them, two little babies, teenagers, mothers and grandmothers. Dalisia knew in no way any of those could have been the townhouse her best friend was in and had been screaming for help, all those women would have heard and helped. She was able to feel when Apple was close and hadn't had that feeling yet. She walked to 137th Street and Lenox Avenue and walked down the block while looking at the townhouse addresses. She looked up and a house had 323 assigned to it and walked up the stairs and pressed the doorbell.

  "Who is it?" A voice from behind the door said. The door crept open and an elderly black woman with long beautiful gray hair stood there.

  "Yes dear, may I help you?"

  Dalisia looked at the woman up and down and knew this wasn't the address to find her best friend.

  "No Mam, I'm from the church and just wanted to stop by and say God bless you and keep praying." Dalisia responded.

  "Oh, thank you so much dear. God bless you as well and I'll pray for you too, child." The elderly woman replied as Dalisia turned around and walked down the stairs.

  "Shit, that’s every last address in Harlem with the address number 323. I'm never going to find her maybe she texted me the address wrong." Dalisia felt as if she wanted to cry.

  She felt her stomach grumble and make noise. She held her stomach.

  "Damn, I been out all day and didn't get shit to eat, but how could I even think about food when my friend is missing. But, if I don't feed myself, I won't be no use to anyone, not even myself." She said out loud as she noticed a chicken restaurant on the corner of the block.

  She walked in and ordered four chicken wings with a side of mashed potatoes and gravy and walked out while eating it. By the time she got done with her meal, she noticed that she had walked all the way to 117th Street by a park and walked up a block.

  "I guess there's nothing else I can do but wait until that lady Detective calls me for help. She's the only one that seemed to really be concerned or cared."

  Dalisia said out loud.

  She tripped on a piece of concrete on the sidewalk as she bent down to rub her ankle something had caught her eye. She picked up a small piece of plastic from off a purple phone case from a blackberry phone. She pulled out a flashlight and turned it on. She flashed the light onto the sidewalk and could see what looked like more tiny pieces plastic of what use to be a phone. As she studied the pieces of the phone case, her heart dropped. She put away her iPhone and pulled out her Blackberry. It had the same color purple phone case as the piece she had just picked up from the sidewalk. Apple and she had bought the same case at the same time together.

  ‘I know anybody could have this very same phone case, but what are the odds that I'd find this here and now.’ Dalisia said to herself as she looked up at the townhouse in front of her with the address 467 on it.

  Everything in her soul screamed this was where Apple was, but the address didn't match to what she texted her she had thought to herself as she slowly stood up straight.

  "Ahhhh!" She screamed as a huge city rat about the size of a small cat ran over her feet and into the street. A car speeding down the block ran over it smashing its guts out and kept on driving down the block.

  "Ewww! That's just nasty as hell.” Dalisia screamed then turned around and looked at the townhouse.

  A strong wind came o
ut of nowhere and blew past her making her hair blow to the side and sending a cold chill down her spine. My mother would say, ‘Baby, these are all signs. And for once I think I believe in it. Nothing about this house feels right,’ she said to herself and slowly and cautiously walked up the stairs. She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. After waiting for a few minutes, still no one answered the door. She rang the bell three more times in a row and became frustrated.

  "I know this is the house. Apple! Apple! Can you hear me?" She shouted and heard no response.

  Dalisia walked back down the stairs and thought on what would be her next move as she walked back down the block.

  Chapter 10

  Anna looked in the mirror one more time as she was dressed in an all-black dress that tied behind her neck. It was cut open from the back that showed off her yellow skin complexion in which seemed to glow as her long hair draped down to her nicely shaped ass. She usually left her hair tied up in a French roll.

  "Damn, I feel beautiful again." She said to herself and smiled.

  She grabbed her jacket and purse and looked at the new text message sent to her Android phone, 'Hey, my dear Angel. I hope you are ready, baby. There's a new hotel called the Aloft in Harlem on 124th Street and Fredrick Douglass Blvd.

  Go to the front desk, there will be a key card waiting for you. Go to the room they assign and I'll be waiting for you, baby.' Anna grinned from ear to ear with excitement. It's been so long since a man made her feel special and beautiful. She began to text back, 'I'll be there in a few, love. I only live a couple blocks away from the lounge hotel you're talking about. Can't wait to finally be in your arms, Aaron,' she texted and presses send.

  She walked out of her bedroom and entered into the living room. She looked at her husband sitting at the computer desk online, logged into My Face, looking at some young woman's picture and had five instant messages open.

  "Not as if you care or nothing, but I'm going out." Anna said to her husband sucking her teeth and rolling her eyes because he didn't even look up from the computer screen to look at her.

  A big part of her was hoping he did and would question where she was going and stopped her and would make passionate love to her. Disappointed and knowing that shit wouldn't happen, she started walking towards the door.

  "Yeah, yeah, go do you. See you whenever you get home." Her husband replied in a nonchalant tone while still chatting with different women online.

  "That's why I am going to do me. I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired and deprived of love and affection." She said as she walked out the front door.

  Lauren pulled up into the precinct parking lot with a million things on her mind. The guy, V.J., who owned the two phone stores, she knew, was lying about not being able to trace who he sold that SIM Card too. And then the nightmare she had, kept playing over and over in her head. She could still see the woman screaming for help and crying with the syringe stuck out of her right eye. As she got ready to hop out of the car, an excruciating headache came on out of nowhere.

  "Ahhhh!" Lauren screamed as her head throbbed like she had never felt before in her life.

  Her face balled up in pain. She held her head with both of her hands and rocked back and forth.

  "Oh Lord, please stop this pain. It's too much." She said as a tear ran down her face.

  She closed her eyes and the pain stopped. When she opened them everything went black then things started to come to focus. Her body felt funny as if she had no control over it. 'I had this feeling before when I was dreaming,' she thought to herself.

  “Oh shit, I'm having another nightmare, but how?” She said out loud. She felt as if she was trapped inside someone's body.

  ‘Where am I?’ She mumbled then felt the body she was in turn his head from side to side. Lauren paid close attention to every detail that she was seeing.

  She was in a small room looking through a crack in a door.

  'I'm in a fucking closet. Why can't I wake up? Wake up, Lauren! Wake up!'

  She shouted over and over.

  Anna walked through the lobby of the hotel feeling nervous. She walked over to the front desk where a pretty white woman stood.

  "Excuse me do you have a key waiting for, Anna?"

  The clerk smiled at her.

  "Hold on, let me check." She entered a few numbers in the computer in front of her.

  "Yes there is." She said as she pulled out a key card from the side of the computer.

  "The room is 402."

  "Okay, thank you." Anna replied, while taking the key she turned her head and could see the hotel lounge.

  Her heart raced as she thought about what she was about to do.

  "I might as well get a drink to help me relax my nerves before I do this." She said as she walked into the lounge full of men and women drinking, flirting, and getting to know each other.

  She reached the bar and ordered a shot of Tequila Slammer and a mixed drink of Hennessy and Coke. Anna downed both drinks.

  "Damn baby, your fine as wine. What's your name?" A man leaned over and said to Anna as she smiled.

  Just the thought of a man coming onto her made her feel like she still had it, but the smell of his breath hit her nose and she was instantly disgusted.

  "Oh hell no, you need some gum or something! I'm sorry to say!" Anna shouted out.

  "So, does that mean you're not going to tell me your name, sexy?" The man persisted as if he hadn't even heard what Anna just said to him.

  She just looked at him and rolled her eyes in disgust and walked away. 'How the hell can a grown ass man's breathe smell like shit? Goddamn!' She said while shaking her head from side to side.

  The effect of liquor began to kick in making her feel more relaxed as she rode the elevator to the fourth floor and got off. She walked down the hall to room 402 and used her key card to unlock the door and opened it. A big smile spread across her face as she stepped into the room. The room had candles all around it and the floor had a trail of red rose petals that led to the bed that was filled with them. Anna walked deeper into the room when her phone went off. She looked at her Android phone and opened up the text message, 'I hope you like everything.

  This is what I want you to do. On the nightstand, there's a bottle of Moet Rose wine and two glasses. Pour one for me and one for you. We're going to play a little sexy game. I want you to drink your cup then slowly get undressed for me and get in bed, laying on top of the rose petals for me,' after reading the text messages Anna looked around. She slowly untied her dress from around her neck letting it drop to the floor.

  Lauren opened her eyes once more praying she would wake up, but she hadn't. She still had that dreamy feeling and looking through someone else's eyes from the crack in the closet door. She looked on and could see a beautiful black woman. Her complexion was of a very light caramel color and looked to be in her early forties. The eyes of the body she was trapped in looked down at his hands to a cell phone that was there and began to text two messages and sending them. The eyes looked back up at the beautiful woman that was standing with her back facing them only wearing a cute lace white thong. She grabbed the open bottle of Moet Rose and poured two glasses. She took one for herself off the nightstand and drank half the glass out of nervousness then the rest. She poured another glass and sipped on it slowly.

  "Oh shit!" Anna yelled as her head began to spin and her body goes numb.

  She stumbled backwards onto the bed. Her body got weak. She tried to move her arms and legs but couldn't.

  "Help! Someone, help me!" She said in a weak voice.

  Lauren watched in horror and shocked as Anna called out for help, but it sounded more like she was whispering the words. Lauren felt the body she was now stuck in move and open the closet door. The S.N. Killer walked up to Anna and smiled a devilish grin.

  "Help me, please!" Anna said in a weak voice.

  "Oh, I'll help you alright. It's so nice to finally meet you, Anna. You're even more beautiful in person. I'm t
he one you call Aaron and been chatting with these last few months." The S.N. Killer said.

  "No! No, you're not Aaron. You can't be." Anna was barely able to say.

  "But yes, I am. How would I know about everything you told me about your husband never spending time with you and always on My Face? But, enough talk, I have a surprise for you. We're wasting time. I really didn't want to do this to you, but had no control of this outcome." He said then moved Anna to the center of the bed and ripped off her thong and stuffed it into her mouth.

  He pulled his hard dick out through his zipper and climb on top of her. The S.N. Killer spitted on his right hand, rubbing it on to the tip of his dick then slowly inserts it inside of Anna. He had to work it in until it was fully inside.

  "Mmmm!" Anna moaned through the thong in her mouth as she felt him thrust in and out of her.

  She tried to move her body, but was paralyzed from the neck down. She felt every kiss and stroke he was giving her.

  "Damn, your husband was a fool for not getting in this pussy. It's so tight and sweet." The S.N. Killer groaned as he pumped faster and harder then pulled out. He unrolled the condom off his dick and stuffed it in his pocket.

  "Hmmm, that shit was great, but now it's time to get ready for the next step of my plan." The S.N. Killer said as he slides his dick back into his jeans and zipped them up.

  He pulled the white sheet from up under her and tossed it on top of her covering Anna's whole body from head to toe. Anna's eyes grew wider as the sheet covered her face. Her heart raced as she tried her hardest to move her arms and feet. Her eyes moved side to side as she panicked in fear.

  Lauren wanted to scream and felt helpless as she just had witness everything. 'God, please wake me up from this nightmare.' She closed her eyes again in hope that when she did open them she would be back in her car and this nightmare would be all over. Her heart ached because she was still trapped in this blurry, cloudy world, where all she could do was watch.