My dreams were filled with horrors. Faceless figures towered over me, judging and casting me aside. Men with distorted bodies forcing Marsh forward, onto his knees. His howls of pain echoed through my mind as the tongue of a whip cracked along his back, opening the flesh. Blood wept, like crimson tears, puddling beneath him. His eyes found mine, filled with hatred and disgust.
Look what you’ve done to me, they said. I trusted you.
Juliet The Ruiner.
I shot up in bed, gasping for air and thrashing, fighting with the sheets and blankets that bound me. Cold sweat plastered my hair to my neck and cheeks. I pressed my fist to my mouth, choking back the sobs as the room came into focus.
My hands shook as I scrubbed them over my face, willing my breathing and pulse steady. The taste of fear w
