TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS KIDNAPPING, RAPE, SADISM. IF IT MIGHT AFFECT YOU PLEASE READ CAREFULLY OR YOU MIGHT WANT TO WAIT TILL THE NEXT CHAPTER.
Comet resisted waking, but she was cold. And her arm was asleep. She tried to roll over, but something was wrong. Something didn't make sense. The pulling through her arms and torso. The cold pressure on her feet. But she was supposed to be in bed and Daddy and Uncle Larry were downstairs watching the game.
Fuck, f**k, she wanted to wake up. Even knowing it was a dream, the way you do, it was too terrifying. She dreaded the next horrible moment her subconscious would conjure. And then, almost as if she'd brought it on with that terrifying moment of self-awareness someone stepped from the pitch of the shadows before her.
She tried to change it.
