*Dove*
Cold icy hands. Rotting breath fanning across my skin.
“Look at this golden pussy. Oh, how I have missed you, Dovie.”
A chill ran down my spine. I tried to press my back further into the wall. I needed to get out of here.
“Do you miss me, baby?” His hand crept lower and lower toward my core.
“Please,” I pleaded. “No, please.”
“You’re mine.”
“No!” My body lurched forward in the bed, my skin drenched in sweat. The moonlight streamed into the room, illuminating half of the space.
I looked around the room and saw that I was in our bedroom. My hand came to rest on my racing heart and I let out a few shaky breaths.
You’re okay…you’re okay…
I kept chanting that inside of my head over and over again. My body felt like it had run two full marathons. Every muscle was sore. All I could feel was the ache in my muscles and the creaking of my bones as I peeled the sheets off my body.