Chapter 311: It's Not A Nightmare!
Chapter 311: It's Not A Nightmare!
Celia Bennett's POV:
I don't understand how my brain could have literally flipped in the way it did. First, I went through a laughing moment to one of a flashback, nearly sending me into a total and utter image of a horrible nightmare, one that I don't ever wish to experience... Not ever again!
I would never even wish this particular experience on even my worst enemy, and I really didn't care for Sammy at this point. Still, I wouldn't wish it on her!
"Ma Lociole," Master Pierre continued to call out to me. He had placed his hands on either side of my face and had attempted to roll my face to the sides so that, instead of me standing there, I could lie with my head to the side and still see him. "Ma Lociole, look at me. I need you to look me in the eye. I need to know that you are all right."
"Master Pierre?" I asked as if I had a blank expression on my face.
"Yes... Yes, it's me. Are you all right?" I could see and feel the fact that he was touching me now.
I narrowed my eyes at him as I wasn't exactly sure as to why he was almost in a panic at this point. I don't think I've ever seen him like that. Was he supposed to panic? Or was it just me trying not to panic, and I was over-exaggerating the fact that I think I see him standing there, trying not to panic in front of me.
I don't know. I just need to get my head in order.
"I see you," I said in that moment, attempting to help him chill out a little bit.
"It's not a nightmare," I heard Master Pierre say, and I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at him, confused about why he would say something like that.
"I don't understand," I said as one of his arms was laid across the back of my shoulder blades.
I knew at this point that my back was completely bare and that my ass was barely covered by what I could only make out as a towel. My hair was still wrapped up in a towel, as I could tell that it was definitely wet, but it was bound and something.
"You started to panic," Master Pierre said as he lay his head down so that I could look at him directly without having to lift my head off the table on which I was lying.
I narrowed my eyes even further, even going so much as to furrow my eyebrows as I continued to look at him with a confused expression on my face. I lightly shook my head back and forth, trying to figure out exactly what it was that happened.
"Are you saying?" I asked as I tried to get the words out, but I couldn't process them well enough to comprehend what I was about to ask him. "Are you saying I was having a panic attack? Or at least something like?"
When I asked the second question, my tone was just a tad bit higher. I wasn't yelling, but I was also seriously confused about what had just happened. How was I freaking out without completely freaking out?!
Most importantly, how the heck did he know that I was freaking out without literally freaking out? How did he feel it? Where did you even feel it? Was that even possible? The only way someone would be able to feel something like that is if they had a connection with them.
Wait, I thought to myself... Is this the kind of connection that I felt from earlier? The one where I felt that I was connected to Master Pierre. The feeling that it seemed to be older than time itself?
"Please tell me you can feel that," Master Pierre asked me in that moment.
I was really getting confused, but even then, I nodded my head in my response to him this time.
"You can feel that?" He looked at me with a more serious look as he asked me again.
I went so far as to say, in my eyes, a little bit, as I began to nod my head this time instead of shaking it from side to side, as I had answered his former question before these few questions.
After I responded to him this time, he seemed to be rather peaceful. I wasn't exactly sure how to describe this particular feeling, as he seemed relieved by my response.
"What am I missing?" I asked him at that moment.
He almost seemed out of breath. I have had sex with this guy. This guy barely managed to get out of breath, even when we did have sex. Sure, he can huff and puff in the heat of the moment, but that didn't mean that he was absolutely at and utterly out of breath.
"Why do you seem winded?" I asked as I was even more confused about everything that was going on.
He started chuckling to himself this time as he raised one corner of his mouth, trying to smirk, but still he was chuckling. I certainly hope is not laughing at me.
"I don't..." Master Pierre started to say as he leaned his head over to the side, as my head was still lying to the side, as I was continuing to look at him. "I don't understand how it happened."
"Can you please explain it to me? Because I am as lost as I can be," I said, trying to recollect as to freaking out without the sensation of freaking out.
"I don't know how, but for some strange reason, I felt your panic," he said flat out.
"Can you make that make sense?" I asked him as I lifted my head off the table I was lying on. "Please. Do me a favor. Make that make sense." As I looked at him, he still seemed winded. "Master Pierre..." I called his voice, but it sounded much more caring than it was before. "I don't understand how you could feel it. How could you feel me freaking out without me feeling it?"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Master Pierre looked over at the door, then shook his head no as he placed his hands on the table where I was lying.
"Now is not a good time..." I heard him say in a louder tone, as I knew he wasn't exactly speaking to me.
"Now, good time..." I heard a little old lady speak. She had a very strong accent, and it was nothing like his. "Yeng. You found Yin. Yin has finally come home."
"Ms. Lee," I heard Master Pierre speak up just as the little old lady came into view.
Here I was lying on top of what I could only describe as a massage table. I was literally lying here completely naked, and she waltzed right up to me and looked me dead in the face.
"Ah... good! You Yin. He Yeng. Now your connection is complete," I heard her speak.
Then she grabbed both her hands.