Nightmare #1
The first nightmare I had after the trauma set in
The one where you bind me to a table so tightly my arms, hands, legs and feet start to tingle
The one where I'm naked and it's cold and I can feel my back and backside pressing very hard against the metal table
It's in a dark room and I can't even see an inch in front of me
But I hear you
I can hear you as you shove open the metal door, screeching on its hinges
I can hear you as your feet drag across concrete
I squirm helplessly, trying to loosen the knots but to no avail
It's dark in here but you are the darkest of it all
A slender tall outline in the darkness, I watch as you tower over me, your menacing spotted sharp toothed grin curling around your face as you puff out a small giggle
Your cold hands craddle my face, I shiver, your long talon like nails dig into my temples. In a soft voice you assure me that it will be over soon.
And then I see the blade
I can't tell if it's a knife, or a razor blade, but it's small and fits into the palm of your hand, and you cradle it like a baby bird dying in your hands
You jab the point into my arms and drag slowly across my flesh
You go deeper and deeper each stroke
This is all you do, is draw a blade across every inch of my skin
I beg for it to stop. I beg for you to let me go, and you insist I have nowhere else to go.
This is my home now.