Her breath hitched as began to come back to reality.  [i]'Just a dream,'[/i] she thought as her eyes fluttered open.  No.  Not a dream.

A nightmare.

Something on her skin was hardening, it felt a bit like a face mask drying and tightening over her flesh.  She looked down at herself as the black substance hugged her curvaceous form and became a strange catsuit.  Willa ran her hand over the costume.  At first, it was gooey but as it came to its final stage it felt more like a mixture of soft leather and rubber.  Despite how tight it was on her skin, it was easy to move in.

Picking herself up off of the floor, she took in the strange living corridor.  Something about the movement, perhaps it was the pulsating, made her stomach turn and she vomited.  As she looked at her own sick, things came into sharper focus.  She realized she was very awake.  And very much not at her parent's home.

Shaking, her mouth opened to scream but only a soft squeak escaped as the scream caught in her throat.  Willa allowed herself to sink back onto the floor as her body continued to attempt screaming.  Tears rolled down her face.  The voice caught her by surprise and she stopped the futile attempt at making any sort of sound.  She looked toward the sound and found a pair of eyes staring at her.  As quickly as she could she backed across the floor and hit the living wall.  It disgusted her but she was no longer able to move.  Her body was too weak from fear.