Another morning had come, glorious as usual.
On a normal day, I’d roll my eyes at that, and think of how much of an exaggeration that was. But this is not a normal day, for five months, consecutive too, I had been cooped up in a foreboding mansion. A maid during the day, a slave to a man’s cravings when night fell.
For five months I had awoken from the nightmares into a harsher reality. Unlike most I did not leave the monster in my dreams, this monster plagued my dreams, and he plagued my reality.
But in this cheap room, and on an even cheaper bed, with the air stale and reeking of the equally cheap beer the establishment sold, the smells of human decadence and the obvious sounds of cavorting individuals, this was a glorious morning, and the smells and sounds only contributed to its g
