Dean POV
The world around me twisted and blurred, shifting until I was no longer leaning against a tree in the forest. Instead, I was inside Elena's mind.
But this wasn't just her consciousness—it was something darker.
The air was thick, heavy, laced with the scent of sex and something rotten. Shadows pulsed along the walls of wherever the fuck I was, shifting unnaturally like they were alive.
And there she was.
Elena.
She was standing in the middle of the room, naked, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. But it wasn't just her appearance that made my stomach clench—it was her eyes.
Pitch black.
Empty. Endless. Wrong.
She wasn't alone.
There were figures around her, all faceless, their hands reaching for her, touching her, worshipping her. She arched under their touch, her body writhing as they dragged their hands over her skin. But none of them were real. They flickered, like illusions, or maybe… manifestations of whatever the fuck was inside her.
