Milo loves sex, parties and alcohol. He adores the thrill of being young, wild and mateless.
He has witnessed his family and friends find their mates, settling down and living happily ever after. But this has never appealed to Milo. He wants to be...
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I thought I saw the light. I'm sure I saw the light.
The light people talk about when they're near death. For a moment I felt nothing, I was numb. I twitch my fingers but even that hurts. My lungs feel constricted and I haven't convinced myself to open my eyes yet because I'm not sure I can.
I have no energy. I'm exhausted. Why am I so exhausted?
My body flinches and I hiss at a sizzle on my skin. That's when I snap my eyes open to find myself in complete darkness. Terrifying darkness.
At first I thought my eyes hadn't adjusted yet. That's when I realise I was wrong.
What the fuck?
Where the hell am I?
I move my body again and my dry lips part, I exhale a groan of pain. My eyes blink rapidly trying to gauge where I am. My back flat against something hard and uncomfortable, even my shoulder blades dig into the harshness of it.
My jaw grinds and I shift again.
A roar of pain sizzles down my spine and I cry out.
Then I panic.
My body shifts from side to side but I'm stuck. Trapped.
"No," the word falls from my lips in a pathetic murmur. "No."
I somehow glance down in the tiny space. This must be a joke. It has to be a joke. My hands are tied together with silver, my wrists ache as if they've been cut into for hours.
My heart rate increases and I flick my eyes around frantically. I raise my wrists and bite down a wince. My knuckles instantly collide with something hard above me.
Fuck. I can't breathe.
"Hello?" I scream heavily. "Hello?!"
I'm met by silence but the sound of my body shaking against the deathtrap I'm in amplifies. I slam my hands against the roof of whatever is enclosed around me but it doesn't budge, I'm ignoring the pain in my hands. Now I attempt to move my feet but they hurt just as bad.
My lips tremble. "Oh God," I choke out. "Oh God."
Then I scream. I must be in a nightmare. This must be a fucking nightmare.
I can feel my chest heave rapidly and I slam my shoulder into the side of the box, once and then twice but I'm not going anywhere. I can't fucking breathe. I'm hyperventilating.
I've been buried alive. Buried. Alive. I never thought I had serious fears until this moment.
Nate. I cry out through the mindlink desperately. Nate. I-I need you. I don't know where the fuck I am.
