She took in a deep breath. Of course, he was the monster who came up with that dream of pain. She had experienced many scenarios from many different Seniors, and most involved some kind of forced s*x. Some liked her to be the aggressor. There were very few instances of gentle, loving relations. She could only recall three, and in each of them, she was a long lost love of the Senior dreaming.
But Senior Marvus’ dreams were the most extreme. The cattle prod, the knife ... and the whip of wires! She knew that her body could not stand such abuse, even if it were only in a dream state. This was how women died.
She knew the tales well – how one Senior had dreamt up a violent scenario, where he was atop the woman, f*****g her brutally. While he did that, he held a pillow to her face, restraini
