."Your eyes flicker open...You are floating in the air, with no visible restraints (Though your limbs are spread as wide apart as possible, and you ca...not move them). The marble floor is perhaps 3 feet below you. Your eyes glance around the hall: a hugely high-roofed hall, forming into a dome far above. The room's walls are all made of pure white marble: the only apparent exit is a huge set of double doors opposite you.And between you and the door, She stands - Pharysia, Sorceress of Vik'Aasi,. I am 21 years old, and this story took place 2 years back when I was 19 and had just joined the new college.My father, Brij Mohan, 42 years old, runs a small grocery store from our house. We have a servant, Raju, who is working for us for the last 5 years. He is very loyal to us and stays with us in our 3BHK house. My mother, Priyanka, 40 years old, is a customer relationship manager in one of the private banks. She looks very young and beautiful. Whenever she walks in front of. My old number was no longer in service. I tried looking her up on the internet, but the number listed was my old one. I didn't want to contact the university just yet, so I called my parents number. It too was disconnected. Frustrated, I called my younger brother Steve. Success, he picked up on the third ring. Needless to say, he didn't believe that I was alive. After relating a few childhood experiences we shared, he went ballistic with happiness. He knew for sure I was his brother and that I. We are busy today. But we are available tomorrow after around 8 pm. Is time okay? We will be happy to be friends with you. If we have a good experience, we may call you more.”“My wife is flexible and enjoys any position. But she will tell you what position she wants tomorrow. I will message you on WhatsApp now so you can save my number. I will also give you our address.” I then sent the message. In that message, I was subtly degrading my wife/mom as a slutty bitch who loves sex from random.