#SkinnyTeaIsLegit
Most of my photos were of me in bikinis because I had zero shame in my game and needed money. But sometimes I took cool pics, like this haunted cave picture I was about to snap. And I always made sure to tag my favorite “save the whales” charity, because in the end our world was fucked if someone didn’t try and save it. Even one small part of it.
Stumbling into the cave, I suddenly had the very real thought that an animal could live in here. Like a bobcat or even a mountain lion. That did creep me out.
“Hello, anyone here?” I asked, like the stupidest heroine in a horror film. I flicked on my cellphone light, and when it lit up the cave wall I gasped. “What the hell is that?”
My heart knocked against my chest as I stumbled forward to get a closer look at the engraved circular … piece of art? If you could call it that. It looked like a circle with shiny marble in the center and a bunch of carvings around it. One of the carvings was of a face.
Now I knew why this cave was called haunted; it had some old archeological shit up here. This would be perfect for my selfie.
Stepping closer to it, I tripped over a rock and stumbled forward. Putting out my hand to catch myself from knocking out my teeth on the shiny marble, I winced as my injured bloody palm smacked into the center of the stone.
Shit. Ouch.
The tequila must have been wearing off already; pain started to throb in my palm.
Before I could even lament the fact that I would be picking dirt chunks out of my cut for a week, a faint white glow emitted from the stone. My eyes widened as a deep buzzing worked its way down my arm and into my body. Then, before I could cry, or freak out, the white light turned a hazy hot pink.
What in the...?
All I’d had to drink was tequila … but I wouldn’t put it past Matt to drop acid into my drink or something crazy like that. It took my brain far too long to process that my hand was still pressed to the glowing, vibrating stone wall. When I finally pulled it away, I left behind a bloody handprint.
The macabre artwork from Yours Truly seemed to fade and blend into the images that had already been there, and I backed up slowly. What the hell was going on? Just as I was about to turn tail and run, the bloody handprint on the marble stone began to … melt or fade away, and in its place a landscape slowly formed.
Acid, definitely acid.
I was having the craziest hallucination ever. Looking through this … hole in the cave wall, my gaze fell onto a desolate land of sharp rocks and red glowing embers.
“Maisey!” Shauna called out from below, her voice high and tinny.
I couldn’t move. I was rooted to the spot as a half-naked, gigantic muscle of a man suddenly stepped into view. Confusion crossed his face as he looked through the cave window and into my eyes, then that confusion turned into scorn as he raked his eyes across me.
I gulped in air, trying to figure out if there was any way this was really happening. I’d never seen anyone that looked like him—not ever—and I lived in a beach town full of hot surfer boys.
This dude was something else.
Hot as fuck … like smoking hot. But also … dangerous. He was nearly seven feet tall and looked like he could eat an entire cow for dinner. His hair was black as the night sky, his eyes a dark blue color with streaks of gold, and his skin was a few shades lighter than bronze. He was painted in dark shadows and shades of gold, making him look more like a sculpture than human. That half-lidded look of his was assessing me as hard as I was examining him.
When our gazes locked, I made a small screeching sound as my survival instincts finally kicked in.
Guy was hot as fuck but also looked like an axe murderer.
Run!
“Hey there,” I said weakly, backing away.
His eyes cut through me, biting … confused.
“You released me?” he asked, his voice deep and gravely, his well-shaped eyebrows rising in surprise. He spoke with a mild accent that I couldn’t place, stumbling a little over the words like it was his first time speaking in a while.
I simply nodded. “I’m