Knox

Every night, she sinks into darkness — and every night, he is waiting. At first, it was just sleep paralysis. The cold grip of terror. The feeling of being watched. A tall shadow in the corner of her room. Unmoving. Unblinking. Until the night it touched her. Not violently. Not gently either. Its hand slid along her skin — making her tremble, arch, feel. She couldn’t scream. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t stop the heat crawling through her fear. She woke up sobbing. Shaking. Needing something she didn’t understand. Determined to fight back, she studied lucid dreaming — thinking she could take control. But the moment she became aware within her dream... was the moment he took everything. Now, trapped in her own mind, in a blood-red dreamscape that feels too real, she hears his voice before she sees him. Low. Smooth. Smiling. He steps into the room. Tall. Unholy. Devastating. Eyes that smolder. A grin made of wicked promises. His name is Knox — and he’s waited so long for her to wake up. She thought lucidity would free her. Instead, it handed her over. Knox has taken control. Of the dream. Of her thoughts. Of her body. If she wants to wake up, she has to play his game. One laced with lust, shame, and sweet, humiliating pleasure. And Knox? He always plays to win.