Coma Dreams Come True

1. Whispers of Dreams

Sabrina witnessed herself giggling and running, engaged in a playful pursuit with an incredibly handsome man. A broad smile illuminated her face as she observed the striking individual grinning at her.

"Are you sure I can’t catch you?" the mesmerizing figure smirked.

"Positive. And when it comes to you, I fear no consequences," she responded, her heart pounding in her chest, as the captivating person strode closer, maintaining that enigmatic grin.

"Then you can’t hold me responsible for what I'm about to do next. Remember, you granted me permission to proceed," he proclaimed.

Sabrina gulped, avoiding his entrancing gaze, her eyes darting everywhere but his deep, captivating eyes. She gradually retreated, until her back met the wall. Without delay, the enigmatic man enclosed her within his arms.

"Now, what were we saying?" he grinned.

"What do you intend to do?" Sabrina inquired.

"Nothing that won't bring you pleasure," he assured.

Sabrina arched an eyebrow, finally locking her gaze with his captivating eyes. She found herself captivated by their allure, unaware of the hint of mischief lurking within.

Suddenly, Sabrina squealed as something, or rather someone, poked her stomach.

"Stop! You can't do that," she attempted to escape but found herself trapped with no way out.

"Are you ticklish?" he questioned.

"Yup, and don't you dare exploit that vulnerability," Sabrina warned firmly.

"Not at all," he replied, though his eyes betrayed his true intentions.

Before long, they found themselves rolling on the ground. Sabrina dodged his playful assaults, while he skillfully held her hands above her head. Despite her efforts to break free, Sabrina's attempts proved futile.

"Stop... Stop, I give up."

"Stop!!!" And just like that, Sabrina awoke from yet another dream, a smile gracing her lips, as had become a familiar occurrence.

Sitting on her bed, she brushed her hair aside and covered her face with her hands, contemplating the identity of the recurring enigmatic figure who had appeared three times in her dreams over the past week.

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Sabrina's POV:

Like clockwork, his face refuses to leave my mind. My thoughts inevitably return to his angelic visage, pondering how a mere stranger appearing in my dreams could effortlessly bring a smile to my face—a smile that has eluded me for the past three months.

But that smile vanishes as my mind veers back to what happened six months ago, and an unbidden tear escapes my eyes.

Just six months ago, I had everything. I was living a happy and content life with my small, blissful family. My parents were overjoyed and proud of me. However, in the blink of an eye, everything was taken away from me.

**It was six months ago...**

Sabrina felt elation after exposing the true face of a monster to the world, satisfied that she could bring justice to the victims whom Rick Orleans had harmed. She had received the news that Rick Orleans was now behind bars, all thanks to her meticulous research.