Thread: A Dream Within A Dream (Captain Brandeau x Sketchyequine)

Sasha rose an eyebrow as she looked to her friend. So you screwed me and you dreamt of another woman? That's pretty fucked up, Alex. She teased him, scrunching up her nose in his direction before so began faking a horribly melodramatic sob. Am I not good enough for you?! She taunted him, falling backwards onto the mattress in a faked faint. Sasha had always been a playful girl. Ever since they were kids she had done anything it took to get a laugh out of him. There was nothing better than seeing his laugh. While she found Alexander incredibly attractive while he was stagnant, she was even more enthralled when he laughed or offered his crooked grin. He had everything he needed to melt her heart. On a more serious note we might as well accept what happened. We can't just ignore the truth. Something like that has been building a long time. Maybe she hesitated, unsure if she should continue. This was tough terrain. On one hand, she cherished Alexanders friendship more than anything, but on the other hand she had wanted something more from him for years. The truth was, Sasha was in love with her best friend. It was cliche and totally against everything she wanted to stand for, but there was no one who made her happy the way that Alexander did. That's when she decided she ought to just spit it out. It would be easier for everyone if her thoughts were out in the open. Maybe our drunk brains knew what we really wanted she whispered finally, looking down at her bare calves rather than making eye contact with him. She still had more to say. Maybe we should try again. You know, when were sober and well remember it. That way we can know if the sparks fly or if it's just weird. Understand? Her words were mumbled. She obviously felt uncomfortable discussing this sort of thing with him, but these were feeling that would not be suppressed for much longer without consequence. She had to know if they were destined for anything romantic. He'd had to be a fool not to notice the sexual tension between them. Every time their bodies brushed even slightly, Sasha swore that the hair on the back of her neck stood straight up. It was like touching a hot fire with her bare hand. I want to remember how it felt, Alex. Emmaline laid backwards in the grass and hummed quietly to herself. Her blonde hair cascaded around her head almost like a halo and her blue eyes soaked up the sunset of pinks and violets above her. It really was beautiful here. As lonely as the young woman felt, she was happy that at least these dreams allowed her to create a world more beautiful than anything she had ever seen in reality. Forests and skies like these existed only in pictures in the sky world, or well past the established limits of their civilization. In the places past the farms and water plants. The people were not allowed to go there, but sometimes Emma used to stare out the window into the distance and imagined running until her feet took her there and never come back. Emmaline was 25. She had been subject to the experiments since she was 23. What did she do to get there, you may wonder? Well, long story short the young worker pissed off the wrong man. As a smart woman who excelled in a family that raised her in the sky. Really, she was a shoe in. There was no way they would send her down to the slums. She was too smart and too pretty. She finished college and went to work as a lab research scientist for the same physical enhancement and pharmaceutical company she was now a captive of. However, Emmaline knew nothing about the awful things they did to their volunteer test subjects. She only knew that one of the steroid products they were about to launch was dangerous. It had caused cancerous tumors in 100 of the test subjects, and Emma was not going to put her signature on a product like that even if it did cause the muscular growth clients were looking for to fit the body builder aesthetic. The company owner, Emrys Black, was not very happy about that. A forged signature on a light table volunteered her to be a test subject in his company. From there she was kidnapped from home and not allowed to see or contact the outside world since. The woman could only assume her friends and family all believed her to be dead and hidden somewhere. After two years, they had probably long stopped searching and crying over her. Her apartment was probably long cleaned out and re-rented to someone else. Every bit of her existence outside of this hell hole was erased. She could only assume she was missing without a trace now. Mr. Black must have been very good at that. There were hundreds of subjects here, and none of them had any record elsewhere. Some he had probably taken from the slums, but others, she knew, were like her. They had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Only one thing was certain, Emmaline had no chance of getting out of here on her own.