The Nightmare grabbed me from behind and pulled me into an inky darkness. Whispering violent promises of brutal acts on my body and mind, with its free hand it kept clawing into my side just hard enough to leave marks.
I said nothing.
When I didn’t react, it placed its free hand around my neck and swore to rip out my throat if I didn’t respond.
“Would you put your free hand back on my side? You were scratching an itch and it felt really good.”
Then other things happened that I’m not going to speak of here, but I’ll just say I felt a lot better after that nap than before!
~hums happily to herself~
Now I’m hungry. Time for breakfast!