"Keep going, baby... ahh, ahh... it feels so good... so damn good... ahhh... baby... aahhh..." The woman kept screaming in ecstasy.
My dad pulled the woman's hair while continuing to move his hips back and forth. His hands slapped her buttocks until they turned red.
Moments later, he flipped the woman onto her back, then pulled her up to stand and kissed her lips passionately.
"Aww... Mhmmh.. Ahh.. Aaahh..."
And with great strength, my dad then picked up the beautiful woman in front of him, then lifted and lowered her body.
"Ooouhhh.. yessS, ahh ahh ahh yesss oohh yes aahhh."
The woman's loud moans filled my ears.
Her hands wrapped around my dad's neck, and her lips passionately devoured his. Her large, slightly sagging white breasts looked so natural.
I could only watch them make love right before my eyes. I wanted to scream and stop what they were doing, but I couldn't. Both my hands were tied to the arms of the chair I was sitting on, and my mouth was covered with tape.
"Honey... can I be on top... ahh..." she whispered.
My dad complied with her request, sitting on his hips, moving slowly up and down.
"Oouuhhh.. yesss, aahh.. ahhh ahh."
After some time, my Dad finally collapsed, exhausted from the sexual arousal that had just reached its climax.
After my Dad fell asleep, the woman took a knife from under the pillow and stabbed my Dad's heart. Blood gushed out, my Dad didn't move at all, he was dead.
Now the evil woman approached me and removed the gag from my mouth.
"Who are you really? Why did you dare to do this to my Dad?" I screamed emotionally while trying to break free.
"Jaxon... Jaxon... your Dad is really stupid, isn't he? Hahahaha, I'll just take advantage of him and now all the family's wealth is mine, hahahaha," said the woman with an evil laugh.
"Damn it! Let me go!!" My emotions were running high.
"Let me go...!!!"
The next morning, I woke up very early, but I didn't get out of bed. All I did was cry and sit hugging my knees.
The dream was so clear and vivid. It kept floating and spinning in my head, combined with everything I saw yesterday, making me feel even more depressed.
"Dear..."
"Have breakfast first, dear..." my mom called.
I went out to answer her call, looking at the dining table—Dad wasn't there, meaning he hadn't come home last night. I tried to check Dad's phone location using my phone, and it showed he was at his office.
I have to resolve all these issues; I don't want to keep feeling down. But first, I need to eat breakfast and act like nothing's wrong in front of Mom. I don't want her to worry about me. My heart resolves itself.
"Mom, can I borrow your car for a bit?"
I bid farewell and left using Mom's car, wearing a jacket, hat, and sunglasses.
My first destination was the office. To check if Dad was there. Through the glass wall, Dad was working as usual, looking very busy with a pile of white papers in front of him. He didn't even seem to notice my arrival.
Moving on to the second target: the hotel.
"Good morning, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?" greeted a hotel receptionist.
"I want to ask, sir, can I see the list of guests who stayed last night?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, for what purpose? Our procedure does not allow us to show the guest list for personal purposes, sir..." the receptionist replied with a wide smile.
Not getting anything at the hotel didn't make me give up so easily. Moving on to the next target, I tightened my seatbelt, started the engine, and sped off toward the house of the woman I had been following the previous afternoon.
I parked my car by the roadside and walked about 1 km. I forgot that I was now in the countryside, where not many roads are accessible by car.
"Olive… come here, sweetie… we'll play later," said the wicked woman from my dream.
A bit further from her house, I saw her carrying a small bowl, wearing a tight t-shirt and a mini skirt, calling out to a little child who was running around playing with her teddy bear.
Coincidentally, there was a small food stall across the street from that spot, which I could use as a place to gather some information.
"Ma'am.. one milk coffee, please."
I said to the woman running the stall as I took off my sunglasses and jacket.
"Do you know Ivory, kid?" the stall owner asked while serving my order.
"I saw you looking over there quite a bit just now.." she added.
"So her name is Ivory.. no, ma'am, I don't know her.. or more like, I haven't gotten to know her yet.. hehe." I replied with a smile, winking one eye at her.
"Oohhh.. I see, now I get it," the woman said, patting my shoulder.
I managed to get the woman to tell me everything she knew about the beautiful lady named Ivory.
According to her, Ivory is a single mother, abandoned by her cheating ex-husband. She's friendly, kind, and polite—very different from what I saw in my dream. She lives with her mother and works at a small restaurant nearby.
"Has there ever been a guy visiting or courting her?" I asked, growing more curious.
"Well, that I'm not too sure about, kid.. I don't really keep an eye over there all the time.." the woman replied.
I figured the information I got was enough. After finishing my coffee, I left the place and headed to the small restaurant where Dad and Ivory had eaten the other day.
"Hey.. Are you visiting the village? When will you come again? The kids have been asking to come play at your house."
A WhatsApp message from Lily, a classmate who apparently has a crush on me. I don't want to respond because I don't want to give her false hope.