4 A Sick Joke

"Luna!" A chorus broke out in apprehension.

"Rayna!" I shake my head at the absurd name, "My name is Rayna and I would be grateful if you ladies could tell me what the hell is going on." I probed trying to regain my balance; this didn't give me good vibes. I desperately want to get home.

I flail my arms to the surroundings as I set free from their clutching claws. This was getting bothersome and creepy with how women were getting cosy with my body despite our lack of acquaintance. My mind is telling me no sane people who are not in a cult would dress an unconscious woman in a wedding dress.

I shook my head; it could be a joke as well. Such horrendous pranks were popular these days. Though it is giving me the creeps to not even see a single familiar person, it doesn't bother me as I believe nothing horribly wrong can happen that hasn't already happened.

This is just a sick joke probably.

Do you have that feeling, you feel like nothing horrible can ever happen to you and then a nightmare happens to you?

I have a feeling, it is that feeling.

I clench my fist and scrunch my eyes, I have to just not give these sick people the reaction they want. Then I turn, craning my head. The dress had a lot of flares and almost no mobility, it felt and looked expensive so I am guessing it belonged to one of these ladies. I see the women whispering behind their hands and each other ears with funny faces.

Is this really a joke to them?!

I purse my lips and I was getting annoyed by no active response. These women looked mature and decent so what cuckoo business were they in? I bunch the dress in my arms and try to move enough so I can navigate left from right.

"Are you people going to say anything to me or what?" I raise a brow and huff.

Then a collective gasp leaves them. The women were looking at me as if I have stripped in the church. What the hell is up with these people?

I hope God will compensate me well when I'm done getting rid of that effing witch Sienna off the face of Earth for this deranged psychotic experience.

I hardly walk in the uncomfortable heels on my feet and go to the door to yank it open but it's locked in place. I groan and kick the door for good measure provoking louder whispers from the women.

With a clenched jaw, I turned to the woman, "I'm suing you, people, for this prank and I don't give a ratass of how universally humorous it is for women your age to join in!" I wave my hand around, "This is criminal, do you guys get me?"

One middle-aged woman with blonde hair and a gorgeous body finally stepped ahead of the herd and silence prevails, it looks like she was the head figure or something. She binds her hands on her chest and tilts her head, like she's observing an absurd phenomenon, "So, Miss Rayna, you think that you shouldn't be here?"

"Oh, please ladies, spare me the formalities1 I'm gonna sue you out of every penny you own and some." I raise my hand in exasperation, and the woman's face blanks "Still think that's funny?"

The ridiculing smile disappears from her face and all that is left is her darkened features. I somehow feel she has gone bigger. Hesitantly, I take a step backwards.

"Leave us." Her command is heard in an instant and women scurry out of the dressing room giving me pitiful looks. They had a key, so they locked the room from the inside. What Bullshit! My blood freezes and I try to follow their lead when I'm grabbed by the arm with something razor-sharp clutching it.

A shriek left me as I see down and the razor-sharp clutch retreats and her hands are what are fisting my arm. The woman throws me across the adjacent wall and my back collides with it.

My heart is drumming in my chest, the woman is quick to grab me by the hair with a force my scalp is about to bleed. I moan in pain but I'm too dumbfounded to speak.

The woman is glaring at me with a murderous look, "I'm already at a loss for getting a human whore for the price I paid for the sacrifice. Be grateful I'm giving you a pretty dress before you and the dress is tattered to pieces."

Sacrifice! My heart thumped down, and the fear for the first time kicked in with this force.

Now it makes sense, Sienna had sold me off to some psycho cult. I remember her regretful expression and mournful eyes. I want to cry and wail, does her regret make the hell I'm going through easy?!

I struggle against her but the woman is too strong, I try to push her away but in return, the woman pulls my hair harder and the razor-sharp clutch on my arm returns.

I hiss at the unbearable pain, "Please… I can give you any amount you like. Let me… talk to my father and he will do anything—"

A backhanded slap darkened my vision before I land on the floor crunching my bones. The woman bend at my level and grab my jaw with strength so she could break it, "You dirty Bitch, you should be honored to be the Supreme Alpha's first Luna."

I shake my head as tears stream down my face, and push her way, "My father is Richard Reagan! Let me go, please! He will do anything you ask of him; I'm his only daughter—"

The woman let out an unnatural growl, shaking me further, "Hera! Diana! Come and get this slut, time is slipping! The eclipse is about to begin."

The stone-faced women rushed in, I struggle and try to crawl away but a piece of cloth is once again held on my mouth. I moan and protest but the women are too strong and holding me down.

Seconds later everything fades away, making me wish I wouldn't wake up to this nightmare again.