* Haydee's POV*

My head hurts so bad, I'm slowly turning over. I feel drunk as hell.

I slowly open my eyes and the room is dark.

I see a dim light but it doesn't really help much.

"Wakey wakey beautiful" I hear a man say.

My eyes are so groggy I can't pull a straight image out for nothing.

I turn my head again and I can make out. . . . . red eyes.

"Whose there??" I say like I'm waking up

And all I hear is . .. .. . . . . . . .. . . . . .

"YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!!"

I get kicked in the side repeatedly, "Ahhhhhh" I scream "please stooopppp"

"You killed my family b**ch, why would I spare you?" He said.

"I didn't kill anybody" I say now coughing up blood

I feel myself getting picked up and being thrown onto what feels like a bed. . . . of cactus.

"OWWWWWWWWAAAHHH" I scream.

"I am going to have my fun with you doll face" the man says

Mind you I still can't see, my eyes are so blurred I can't make out anything.

I don't move a muscle while my body lies in this cactus pit.

I continue to whimper, and cry because the pain I'm feeling. It hurts so much.

I soon feel hands pushing me down into the cactus more and more..

"Ow owo ow ok ok stop stop" I cry out in excruciating pain.

"Ha ha ha ha stop you want me to stop" the man says

"Yessssss please your hurting me" I whimper loudly

"I told you that same exact thing" he takes his hands off me "when you were killing my family and destroying my village."

At this point, I am beyond angry. My actions got the best of me so I picked my foot in the air and kicked him right in the chest.

He falls to the ground, I jump out the cactus bed and begin rubbing my eyes really hard so I can see.

I feel arms wrap around me, turning me around "How dare you whore?"

He back hands me and I fall to the floor.

Some water was on the floor and it got into my eyes and it cleared my vision.

I quickly turned around and looked up and saw . . . .. . . .. . . . . . . . . . ...... . . . Michael Jackson. . .

"Omg" I whispered as a backed up from him towering over me.

"Well, aren't those eyes beautiful. They look the same after 256 years" he said now over me

"256? Years?" I say with my head coxked to the side with confusion.

"Michael, Mr. Jackson, how old do you think I am?" I say slowly getting up watching his every move and he watches mine.

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm here, your here. And you are about to die" he says coming closer to me.

I am backed up into the wall and Michael is so close to me you can't slide a paper between us.

I turn my face away from him and close my eyes and cry silently.

He comes to my neck but doesn't do what I expected him to do.

I thought he was going to bite me instead he is licking my neck and slowly going up to my ear, nibbling on it.

I open my eyes but I don't look at him.

He is panting heavily.

He then moves from me and starts going crazy, like a mad man.

I don't move and stay in this same position.

"I'll be back for you" he says then disappears.

I close my eyes trying to figure out what just happened.

I open my eyes back and . . .. .I'm in my living room

WTH!!!

To be continued.. .. ....

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