Nightmares Do Come True: Ivy LeBelle Confronted By Her Fears

It's All Hallows Eve, and the freaks are already on the prowl. Ivy LeBelle wants no part of that chaos, so she stays in, locked away with her own stuff. A friend calls, tries to shake her free, says the fear's all in her head. Ivy hangs up and heads to bed anyway. The real trouble waits under the sheets. Dreams sink their teeth in fast. A madman drags her under, cuffs her wide in cold steel, and takes his time. He splits her open, works every hole, and fucks her until the line between terror and climax blurs. She thrashes, screams, comes anyway, again and again, while he laughs and pushes deeper. Pain and pleasure blur until she can't tell which is winning. Then she wakes, heart hammering, slick between the legs, alone in the dark. Or so she thinks.