BY: Dan Phale*
Following the busiest and most tiresome day, yesterday, I retired to my bedroom earlier than all the average days. In fact I worked from morning to the evening without a sufficient rest. I was thus dog tired such that after supper I didn’t feel like spending a good time with my family in spite of the fact that we had missed one another for some hours. Sooner than later I got into a deep slumber in which I had a dream.
Melissa giggled, her laughter echoing in the entire mansion as Gilbert struggled to put off his jeans. She unbuckled her bra, making him groan until his pants were finally off and he began moving his fingers along her attractive body curves. Gilbert then slid his hands between her thighs, gently pushing them apart before returning to her lace underwear, as he cunningly smiled at her. Melissa let out a soft joyful moan, tightening her grip around him while pulling him closer to her as he slid his palm in her heat.
Her innocent eyes closed amid such a great rapture as was caused when he rocked his fingers against her feminity, stimulating her delightful orgasm. Her back arched as her mouth opened up involuntarily, while her lips released some whispers of clear sensation.
As the foreplay continued, Gilbert chuckled lowly, enjoying the rapture he was cunningly giving her. Then he was of the view that her body was consumed in ardent lust, and that she would not move up from the bed until he penetrated her. So, he suddenly pulled himself away in order to take a very little sachet of a poisonous powder from the drawer next to his king-size bed. Melissa frowned, feeling both surprised and disappointed – surprised because she didn’t expect a man who had always said “I miss you darling” to suddenly pull away from a foreplay; and disappointed because she thought he actually had no intention to make love with her on that day. Well, in accordance with her instincts, one of the two was more likely to be the reason for Gilbert’s abrupt halt of the foreplay.
Now as Gilbert turned towards the drawer, Melissa wanted to find out. She falsely moaned as if she was on the summit of sexual desire… while peeking over his shoulder, and caught sight of a sachet containing poisonous liquid. At the same time the heavens warned her to be on her feet, now. Therefore, keeping a watchful eye on his muscular body, she rose up, hastily wearing her clothes as she saw him tear open the sachet. He swiftly threw the liquid in the direction where she had lied down on her back in the bed, targeting her naked womanhood. But he missed his devilish target as she was already standing some feet away from there. In fact he knew the poison would diffuse into her body through her exposed tender feminity, in order to instantly cause her death… But why? He was a member of a secret cult group, except that Melissa was not aware of this fact from the time she fell head over heels in love with him.
The next events scared me too much. Gilbert realised that Melissa had taken clear notice of his evil motives and that if he let her go, she would disclose everything to the law enforcers, which would lead to his arrest. He sprang up, stretching both his arms in order to grab her neck, but she effortlessly pushed him back. Instantly his hands flew up and his eyes, widened as he fell down on the floor. His mouth opened widely, gasping for air like a fish outside water. Blood started dripping heavily from his mouth and nose, and finally his eyes became dull and lifeless… With a mere effortless touch she managed to kill her would-be killer.
“But why are these events occurring in my full sight…? Or, couldn’t they notice my presence when I stormed into this house as a law enforcement agent following the seemingly terrible noise…?” I had several questions but without answers, astonished. Suffice to mention that in spite of having hurried, and entered into Gilbert’s mansion, and particularly in his room, I suddenly felt physically too weak to do the needful.
I woke up with a jolt, heavily perspiring, only to come to my senses that I had been dreaming… Actually they were not mere dreams. Clearer than water is a fact that dreams can provide us with such a real-life lesson that in times of danger we cannot be saved by mere human powers… For us to wrestle with the evil powers, we rather need such divine powers that come from the holy spirit of our mighty Father who reigns universally. Of course we don’t see Him, but His works.