“Save me… Please save me….” Liam woke up with a start. He had a sheen of sweat on his forehead and was breathing rapidly. It was the same dream in which Cynthia stabbed him in the heart with a dagger and then abandoned him to die. Every time he experienced this dream, it instilled in him an incredible sense of hate and contempt towards Cynthia. Her betrayal was etched deep in his heart and mind, and this dream served as a continual reminder that he couldn’t be careless, that he couldn’t allow his heart to control his thinking again.
His psychiatrist had suggested that he seek counseling in addition to medication for his nightmares, but he knew that no treatment could assist him. No, he didn’t need therapy; he needed vengeance. He wanted her to be on the receiving end of this agony, to su
