The Prey

The mild hum of the car’s engine lulled me. I didn’t know when exhaustion had finally claimed me, but when I woke, the world felt… different. Warmer. Softer.

Blinking, I sat up, disoriented. The soft caress of silk brushed against my skin. I looked down and froze.

A dress. Not the one I wore to the party, no not that. But the other one. The bodice hugged me like a second skin, intricate lacework winding over my chest like vines in bloom. The fabric flowed down in layers of ethereal tulle, catching the sunlight streaming through the car windows. It was white, pure and delicate, almost mocking the...