Turquoise Taming Tornadoes

In a rehabilitation center. Patient(Kiara) : Areyy, do we really need to do this? Faculty(Amay) : Some formality protocols we need to follow hun Kiara: You guys have started to love me so much you don’t want to let me off hah Amay: So how is it with the cuts and other wounds? Kiara: Healed to invisibility, sir (sliding the skirt down to hide her inner thighs Amay: Quite a progress, you’re also glowing now Kiara: Oh that’s just y’alls love reflecting on me, how much will I miss you all bacchas (gestures a flying kiss) Amay: Well most healed patients seem to have gotten habitual to the place and its comfort and don’t wish to leave, this independent spirit of yours is quite refreshing to see Kiara: (caressing hair behind her ear and pressing it hard to stop the blood from dripping) Okay now I’m blushing, you guys are so obliging always! Amay: yes, its a small warm family here Kiara: Hamesha and forever Amay: Now move out and we’ll notify you later about what’s the

I was petrified. As I woke up and tried to find her in my now messy bed, there was not a sign of anything. I checked the time and it was time for practice. I tightened my skirt, packed my racquets and rushed to find my match partner desperately looking out for me as the tournament commenced today. As I fastened my shoe laces her face and bare body couldn’t stop lingering in my head. After the match, I reached out to Nick and asked about the girl in my bed last night. He was startled as we never met any girl last night and took it for humour and had a good laugh. For me, however, it was the start of a great horror.