Peace surrounded me as I slept. I knew I was sleeping, I had this tiny amount of awareness, of everything. The events that had led me to this exact moment, but I didn't care. At this exact moment, all I felt was peace. Serenity. Whatever it was they gave me, God I love it. Thoughts began to surface, stronger and stronger. Images of my kidnapping. Moments of fear. My comfort faded without my permission. I hadn't even noticed until I was engulfed in fear. Fuck I couldn't breathe. I can't move! Somebody help me I can't move! Chains bound my arms flat to my side. I felt paralyzed as i lay. I had no control of my legs. i was engulfed with this sickening feeling that i wasn't alone. My dream became a nightmare and i squirmed internally. I couldn't see my assailant. God help me! Suddenly I heard a crash, followed by the large metal door in my chamber swinging open. A man walked in. I could no longer tell if this was a sick dream or my own horrifying reality. He wore a janitorial jumpsuit, he flipped on a small red light illuminating the room. A red tint painted the man's calloused hands as he stepped towards me. Examining my captor, he was a different man than the one who had first stolen me from under the bridge. I noticed his arms torn, bloodied. His hair was filthy, it wasn't long but I looked as if it hadn't seen water in weeks. His shoulders were broad, and his muscles rippled, surprisingly defined for such a scrawny frame. The man stood still, looking me over. My heart pounded as I slowly realized I was no longer dreaming. His eyes tore through me. He stepped forward slowly. Extending an arm,inching it towards me. As if I were a timid stray he was attempting to lure towards him. My head pulled back, I realized my body was restrained as I lay. Had any of it been a dream?
