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Crashing. Down through the air, down through the clouds. A controlled descent, to a certain extent, but an inexorable loss of altitude that continues despite my attempts to level oul. How did I get here? When did I board this plane? When did I get inside the cockpit? Why am I flying it? I suppose I'm not flying it so much as I'm crashing it. *** Gasping. It was a dream. A nightmare. Flying dreams are common, I tell myself. So are falling dreams. I'm still here, still in my bedroom. I'm still Adrian Gant, and everything in this room is mine. My bed. My pictures. My computer. My window. The blanket beside me gently rises, then falls to the level it had previously been. My wife. Ella. Our son Cody is in the next room over. This is my house. This is my life. The clock on my nightstand says it's still 3am. I take a deep breath, calm myself, rest my head back on the pillow, and close my eyes. *** Falling. How did I get back in the airplane? The angle of descent is steeper now. I can't pull up. I can't understand the instruments. Am I the only one on this plane? Like I'm in some Bugs Bunny cartoon, I see the metal panels of the airplane peel off, exposing the frame beneath it. I watch helplessly as sheets of aluminum pull away from me, become less aerodynamic than an airplane's fuselage, and slow their rate of falling even as mine increases. For a moment I'm trapped within an airplane-shaped cage, and then I hear a creaking sound. Nuts, bolts, the interior structure of the airplane falls apart and falls away from me. I hear an alarm in the distance. No. Not in the distance. Just beside my head. *** Choking. I wake up mid-snore, my hand already heavy on the alarm clock, ending its hellish wail. It's morning. Time to get up. Time to get ready for work. I swing my feet over the side of the bed and stand up in my empty room. The thought occurs to me: I live in such a large house, considering I'm just one person. Why don't I at least fill it with my things? I have a simple single bed, an Ikea nightstand, and that's about it for furnishing. The rest of my house, the rest of my life, is equally bare. For a moment that doesn't feel right. I look out my window, to the sun as it rises. Sun rising. Do I have a son? The name Cody enters my head. It's a very important name. Who does it belong to? It's joined by the name Ella. She's also very close to me. Ella Gant? No, that can't be a real name. I shower, and I get dressed, and I go about my day. At night I come home, and I go back to sleep. *** Drfting. I'm alone in the sky, just me and my clothes. No airplane, no clouds, just free-fall. Wind slaps at my face and pulls as it makes its way past. Is there land below me? I can't tell. I may as well be floating if it wasn't for the wind tearing at my clothes. I raise my arms, and my jacket slips off of me, flies up high into the sky. Slightly less encumbered, I close my eyes. My shoes, so constricting, pull my feet upwards, as though they would join my jacket were they not held fast to my body. A moment later, they are not. I twist my body around to look above me and see the pair falling up. A moment later, my socks join them. Then my pants, belt and all. As though the wind coming up from below me found a way to create a gap between my skin and my clothes. I am undressing at its whim. I find myself in the middle of my free-fall, wearing only a shirt and my briefs. Too much. It's still too much. Any sense of modesty I may have leaves me as I reach for my buttons, but my shirt is ripped away before I can manage. I'm high above the ground, too high to see it, wearing only a pair of white briefs. And there in my own little world, I remain in free-fall. *** Breathing. I wake up in a field. I'm naked aside from a lone pair of briefs, but there's nobody around and the sun feels warm on my skin. The grass feels warm on my skin. Didn't I used to have a house? Didn't I have a job? Responsibilities? What am I supposed to be doing? There is certainly more to life, more to my life anyway, than sitting in a field in the middle of nowhere, ignorant of and apathetic to anything outside of my direct line of sight. I breathe in. I breathe out. Unimportant. I'm here now, and I'm fine. I cup the back of my head in my hands and close my eyes as I revel in the sun. I don't know how long I'm in that state, but eventually I nod off. *** Floating. I'm in control of my descent now. Now? How long have I been falling? Have I always been falling? Well, I can't remember another way to be right now. What's up is the past. What's down is the future. I guess I'll keep going down. The ground isn't too far away anymore. No, that's not ground. It's ice. A frozen lake. That's where I need to be. I kick my legs out above me and hurtle my body forwards. Downwards. Towards the lake. Towards the ice. Not too fast, but fast enough. I have to break through. Down, down, past the wind. I have to break through. I can see the cracks down there, I can see the current beneath the ice. Down, down, to the bottom, to the lake, to the water below. Crash. I shatter the layer of ice effortlessly. I barely even feel it. The frigid water constricts my blood vessels for a moment, but the cold electrifies my muscles as I float beneath the surface of the water and look up at the hole in the ice that I made. There is a white pair of briefs floating near the surface. Are those mine? Am I nude? I look down at my body, at the gentle bubbles rising around it, and confirm that I am. I look back up to the floating pair of briefs, but it's different now. Is it two pieces of fabric? They drift closer to me, their silhouettes separating in the water, but drawn to me. To my body. One wraps itself around my chest, the other pulls itself up between my legs. They fit, and they're comfortable. A bikini. I'm wearing a bikini. *** Sneezing. Wasn't I just someplace cold? No, I must have fallen asleep while sunbathing. I hope I didn't stay on my back too long, I wouldn't want to get burned. I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at my body. My skin looks fine between the two white pieces of the bikini I'm wearing. No burns. I let my eyes drift up, over the sand, to the waves before me. It was a good idea to come to the beach. It's empty today, almost like I'm the only person here. Wasn't I in a field before? Didn't I wake up this morning in a field? No, I woke up in my bed. In my home. I do have a home, right? I should get back to it. The sun is starting to set. *** Swimming. Down, deep into the blue. Darker and and darker, the water constricting more and more tightly as I kick my way down. I'm breathing. Should I be breathing underwater? It doesn't matter. I'm pushed a bit here and there by the currents, but otherwise it's just a featureless descent. A controlled descent. I'm in control. I can swim down as far as I want, and should I choose to rise I can do that as well. I pause a moment, twist my body to look back up at the surface. Back up at the source of light. I pause there. It calms me. Seeing how far I've come, how far I've propelled myself forward. I can stop for a little while. I notice two black dots mar the circle of light. They start small, but they get larger as the objects sink deeper and closer to me. Two items floating down to me. It seems somehow familiar. The closer they get the clearer they become. Shoes. A pair of sandals. Thin brown leather straps and a low wedge heel. I position myself so that my legs are pointing to the surface as they come closer to me, and they slip on, fastening themselves as if my magic. I turn my attention downwards again and continue swimming. It keeps getting darker, but I can make out a shape in the dim waters. Flowing. Fabric. A dress. I point my sandaled feet and kick harder. It's blue and green, matching the waters around it, but I can definitely tell that it's a dress. I pull closer and it seems to almost open up, inviting me. Like a giant flower, and I'm the bee. I swim right up under it, fit my arms into the armholes, fit my head into the top, and I'm swimming downward in my brown leather sandals and by blue and green dress. *** Sighing. Sometimes you're in the middle of a dream that's so wonderful, you don't want to wake up and have it end. But the day calls, unfortunately. I walk across my empty bedroom to my not-so-empty closet. One dress in particular calls to me. It's blue and green, like the deepest corners of a lake. But no, this is more casual, not something for work. I get a little tingling, like a message from myself saying this dress is special. I found it while I was swimming. No. That was just the dream I'd had last night. Is swimming a recurring dream for me? I seem to recall dreaming about that lake before. And I've had a similar dream before, too. But it wasn't swimming. It was... falling? I used to dream that I was falling through the sky. But now I dream about swimming in a lake, and finding a dress. I remorsefully hang the item back in my closet and pull out a plain blouse and a professional skirt. I get myself ready, say goodbye to the empty void of my home, and head off to work for the day. *** Pulling. The deeper I swim, the harder everything gets. The pressure is tighter, breathing is harder, the lack of light makes seeing a challenge. But something is pulling me, something is calling me to the bottom of this lake. So I keep on going, keep on kicking my legs and reaching out with my arms as if you grab the water itself and will my body past it. Just as the light from the surface becomes too dim to supply me with any help, I spot a new source of light below me. A single point. I wonder what it is. I have a new goal: catch the light. I pull myself deeper, into the black, where it's just me and this one white dot, until it is no longer a dot, but rather a cone. A cone of light pointing away from me, pointing further down into the deep. A spotlight. Almost like the kind you'd see in a theater production, but this one is just floating in the water, illuminating its surroundings by force of will, absent any electricity. My hands reach out and find a metal handle on either side of it. Now I can continue my journey without worrying about visibility. I shine my spotlight into the deep, swing it around, and find myself pointing it at a field of squarish objects. They shine in the spotlight. Metal? They look familiar. Have I seen these sheets of metal before? Didn't they fall off an airplane? My airplane? I start to swim over to the scattered bits of flotsam, and they seem to swim over to me. The closer I get, the closer they get, at a rate far faster than I can swim. For a moment, I'm nervous. Will whatever force that's bringing these giant pieces of metal towards me know how to stop them? The first one latches on to my spotlight, a few inches ahead of my hands. The second fuses itself to the first. Third, fourth, fifth, the metal sheets mold themselves into a tube around me. It reminds me of the airplane I was once in, but this doesn't seem like an airplane. There aren't any wings. Only as the last panel welds an airtight seal behind me does the water begin to drain from whatever mechanism I've found myself in. It's large, big enough for me to stand in and walk around. I go to the back, inspecting the walls along the way. Nice, sturdy, ship-shape. Am I in a ship? By the time I turn back around, a window and a set of controls has formed itself towards the front of the cabin. A submarine. I'm in a submarine. *** Snoring. I feel a hand on my shoulder. It's Adrian's. My husband's. He gently nudges me awake, and I roll over to bury my face in his shoulder. I'm a heavy sleeper, and sometimes he really has to convince me to wake up. "Ella," he whispers into my ear, "if you don't want to wake up for me, I'm sure I can get Cody to wake you up instead." I love my son, but I also need my morning shower before I can handle his energy. I groan into Adrian's neck and push myself off of his chest, taking a moment to survey the room before standing fully awake. My room. My room, my window, my husband, my pictures, my computer, my house. All of it mine. Especially Adrian. He's super-mine. I get up and stumble into the master bathroom. Adrian knows he has to wait until I'm done with my shower. It's time to get ready and start my day. *** Diving. In my submarine I dive, deeper and deeper, my lone headlight guiding the way. I feel like I've been at this forever. Am I looking for something? Why do I feel the need to keep searching for the bottom of this lake? No, this couldn't be a lake. Lakes aren't this deep. I don't know where I am. I see a light ahead of me. Is that what I've been searching for? No, it's not one light, it's a series. A grid. At first dim, but approaching Times Square levels the closer I get. The radio in the submarine cackles open. "Welcome home, Ella. We've been waiting for you." Yes. Home. The grid of lights coalesces into a series of three domes, two smaller and one gigantic one. Home. I maneuver my craft towards one of the smaller domes, park it in a docking bay, and open the airlock into this underwater city where I have always belonged.

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Descent Into Darkness Chapter 2

Every time she saw Trixie, with her long blonde hair; bright, blue eyes; full lips, fake tits, and fake ass, all bought by Laney's dad, Laney hated the bitch even more. Which was what made tonight so exciting. Derek had found a few friends of his who would join him in using Trixie. And the best part was that Trixie had no idea. Laney smiled, an evil smile, as she imagined what would happen. She hoped Trixie would fight, so that the men would hurt her. Laney longed to see the tears running...

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Descent Into Darkness Chapter 3

It really wasn't any surprise that Paulina became popular. She was incredibly gorgeous, with her wavy, black hair that hung down her back; her full, plump lips that looked perfect for sucking dick; her C cup tits that constantly strained against the tight, half-shirts she wore; her flat stomach and thin waist; and finally her thick bubble butt that was constantly on display in the tight leggings she wore. The cherry on top was that Paulina was a huge tease that gave every guy in school,...

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Descent Into Darkness Chapter 4

Laney could still feel her father's cock ramming down her throat; taste his hot cum as it spurted out, going straight into her belly. She knew she couldn't let her father down, so she would just have to figure out what to do. As Laney opened the door, Paulina looked up from her phone. "What was that about", Paulina asked, referring to Laney's abrupt departure from the room several minutes ago. "I like to greet my dad when he gets home from work", Laney said. "I think it alleviates...

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Descent into debauchery

Abbey and Gorge had been together since high school and married almost twelve months ago. They had always been open about sex, and explored many things, dominance and submission, various positions and toys. More recently they had been playing with sharing partners, never actually having done it they would talk out their fantasies in bed. Abbey started to notice that George was particularly amorous when she described herself being with a black man. One night while she sat atop George she decided...

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Descent

© 1999 Jill Foster never even looked at the burgundy Cadillac next to her as she got in her car. It was hot and she was in a hurry because she had to get home and drop off the groceries before she headed out for work. She was scheduled to work from 5:00 'til 11:00. It was already quarter to four. She put on her sunglasses and started her ten year old Honda. As she eased her little red Accord back out of the parking spot, she heard a squeaky grinding sound. She stopped her car and looked...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 2

She quickly rode her bike home along the winding roads and twisting lanes. The sun was setting and it was getting very dark. She could barely see in front of her. It had been foolish to stay out so long, she hadn't planned on falling asleep. He'd be very worried about her by now. Pacing the floor she imagined and getting impatient and growing quite angry. She sped as fast as she could as her wheels would take her, the cold air blowing in her face. It wasn't a pleasant ride home. Next time...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 3

The following morning she woke up feeling slightly depressed, now remembering the events with her husband last night. She put on her warm robe and walked into the kitchen to find a note left for her on the table. "My dearest love, Hope you are feeling better about things this morning. And I hope you have a nice day. I've put the bike in the shed for now until I can return it to the bicycle shop. With the money we get back, I'll take you out and buy you a new summer outfit. Maybe that...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 4

The carriage sped along the twisting roads as fast as the driver could take it. He only hoped it would make it in time. He didn't know how long she could last. They finally came to the edge of the long private gated drive, Soames got out and opened the gate. The carriage passed thru, there was no time to waste, he'd shut the gate later. They passed by the two large old stone gargoyles on tall pedestals resting on each side of the driveway entrance. They reached the front entrance to his...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 5

She woke up cold and shivering from having nothing on under the sheets and blankets. She went to lift her head off the pillow and steady herself with her left arm but when she did, she knocked the glass off the end table and it crashed to the floor. He woke up with a start as the glass hit the floor. "How are you feeling? Oh, you're cold! What was I thinking?" He said. "Let me fetch you something to wear." He went into his wardrobe and chose one of his old poet shirts, it would make a...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 6

He came thru the door as usual but today he was holding a small posy of her favorite flowers. It would smooth things over with her he thought. It usually worked. "Sweetheart, I'm home", he called out as he shut the door behind him. "Hmm... thats queer... she should be here. Where the devil is she?" He walked from room to room thru out the small cottage. But she was nowhere to be seen. He went out to the back garden, maybe she was there enjoying the nice weather on this late afternoon....

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 7

They reached the small dirt road that led up to Diana's Pool. But had to park the wagon and horse at the entrance as it was too bumpy and narrow to go down. They would have to walk it. It was quite far into the thick woods when they finally reached it. 'It was a lovely place, ' Henry thought as he looked around. The sun glistening off the water. They both climbed onto the high cliff overlooking the pool and river and the same thought crossed their minds. She might've had an accident and...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 8

"For me?" she had never seen anything so beautiful. It looked like it was spun from the finest of silk and the black lace on the sleeves and bodice was of the softest quality. "It's beautiful," she said. "Where did you get it and who was it for?" "It comes from Paris and it had belonged to the woman who was to be my wife. But, alas, she never got to wear it." And his face clouded up, "But never mind that! It now belongs to you. Here, let's slip it on." He helped her with it as...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 9

He picked her up off the bed and put her in the big wing chair at the little table. And he sat in the other stuffed chair he pulled up. Soames came in with silver covered trays and set them off to the side table and began serving them their entrees. It all looked and smelled delicious. He prided himself on being a gourmet chef and was pleased his master and Franchesca found everything delightful. "Wonderful Soames, delicious!" Eric exclaimed. "Thank you Sir, would you like the fire lit...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 10

Meanwhile back at the Whitford cottage, her husband was drinking himself into a stupor. He was certain his wife's disappearance had something to do with that property at Diana's Pool. 'He would get to the bottom of this!' he thought with conviction. He hadn't believed the little shifty eyed white haired butler! His wife was there somewhere, someone had to know something! 'Unless of course, she had had an accident and had fallen into the water. If that was the case, she'd be dead for...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 11

They quickly walked back to the great house and Eric instructed Soames to get rid of the bike as soon as possible and anything else that remained of hers. "Very good Sir. I'll do it now. I'll dig a hole way out back and bury it all, then cover it with leaves and brush." And he walked to the shed with the lantern. Eric felt his plans for the night had been ruined by the appearance of her husband, but 'maybe not', he decided. He went up into his bath room and washed his face and brushed...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 12

"The poor bugger must've done himself in." The detective said to constable Higgins upon finding Henry Whitford's body in the river some days later. All beaten and bruised from being tossed and churned from the rapids and craggy rocks. "Looks like he had been on a drunken binge, too." added the constable, "Poor Henry, inconsolable over his wife's disappearance, I imagine." And they had the body removed. He had a small funeral that was held privately by what would be called his few...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 13

She walked and walked, her feet killing her, they were all scratched up and her body wracked with pain, especially from what the boys had done to her. She looked a mess, her hair all tangled from twigs and brush from the the woods. Master Eric had just come home in the early morning hours and headed up to the master suite to look in on her. His trip had went well and he had with him many lovely things for her. Beautiful evening gowns in exquisite colors. Lace negligees and satin slippers....

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 14

He left her to sleep the afternoon away and he settled into his coffin and had a good rest, too. He had been tired from his trip and the ordeal of finding Franchesca in the woods had taken it all out of him. He also was feeling the need of a good feeding again. Maybe Soames had been right and he never should have fed on her husband that night! The serum had been working so well and he had stopped his bloodlust for quite some time. It was dinnertime now and Soames made them a nice supper....

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 15

The following morning Eric rode out to see Constable Higgins. He told him about finding the missing woman who they had been looking for. He told them she had been wondering about in the woods on his property. He and his manservant took her in. It had looked as if she had been raped, also and it looked like she had a bad case of amnesia, too. He told him, too how she had mentioned something about 2 boys hurting her. He also told him how she was resting comfortably in his home and they were...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 16

He hurried downstairs with Soames to greet the two men. "Good afternoon Gentlemen," he said. "Please, sit down, can I get you anything?" "No, we're here on official police duty, thank you anyway." they answered. "Now where is Mrs. Whitford? We'd like to ask her a few questions." "Let me go see if she's sleeping, I'll be right back," Eric said. And he walked up the huge staircase. She was sitting up in bed as he entered the room. "Franchesca, there are two men here to see...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 17

Weeks passed and Franchesca grew stronger with each new day. The injuries she had suffered from the rapes were healed and her legs were strong and she could walk well now. They took many walks out into the forest, hand in hand, so much in love. He took her riding on Darkness, too, along the narrow paths that snaked thru the woods. He also brought her to Diana's Pool in the late afternoons when the local children were all gone back home from their days there, swimming and jumping from the...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 18

Weeks passed and preparations for the wedding were in progress. It would be a small quiet affair with, just the two of them, Soames as witness and a Minister, an old family friend of Eric's. He would come in from Paris for the occasion. Franchesca was delighted with the wedding gown Eric had them design for her in Paris. It was exquisite! She couldn't wait to wear it for him and walk down the staircase to meet him as his bride. Soames was busy, too, lately planning the menu and the...

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Descent Into DarknessChapter 19

She watched him descend the huge staircase, then reach the first landing in the big hall. Then she saw him open the door to the cellar. She quietly, swiftly moved down, following him. 'Maybe he's just getting a bottle of wine?' she thought, 'This is silly of me to be spying on him like this!' Her heart was beating so fast in her chest. She waited till he went down the second narrower set of steps into the dusty old basement. She waited at the top with the door cracked open a little,...

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