.....This dream wasn't exactly normal for someone to have, but then again what is normal. I kept hearing jack call my name, asking if I was alright, and asking where I was. Of course i couldn't answer him because it was a dream. It was all to real, hearing the sound of his voice.
I later awoke to see I was chained to the wall with duct tape over my mouth. I looked around, I seemed to be still wearing my wedding dress from earlier. Looking around the area was un-kept and looked as if I was in a basement, or maybe a very shabby apartment.
Focusing on the chains around my wrist I looked for a way to try and squeeze out of them. It was no use, in fact I've seemed to make them tighter.hearing a door close I knew it was my capture.
There he was approaching my in all black, black gloves, black long sleeved shirt, and what looked like a mask. A pig mask, I know i've seen this mask before, but I cannot place my finger on it.
I could see his eyes, but they weren't human, no they were something abnormal. His eyes gazed unto mine, trying to see something, as if I am a puzzle. The figure reached up taking place of his hands on the side of my face, turning my head in all directions. I jerked away from his grasp on my head. I heard the figure scoff from under neath his mask.
Its funny that this figure was very slim looking and hands small and gentle when inspecting my face. I instantly regretted it when the figure pulled a knife out. He started rubbing it up and down my cheek. I quivered as it brushed down my torso, circling my breasts. I shifted away from the knife, squirming in the chains.
Once again I feel powerless as before. Later the knife flipped over and the tip dug into my dress and cut a perfect line down the center. My dress slid down off my torso down to my waist. Why is this happening again, why am I so weak I cannot do anything.
The figure stepped closer to me again running the knife down my stomach to see my scars. He stopped and gripped my stomach for a closer look at my scars, and began to rub each scar carefully. I heard sniffles behind the mask. Could he be crying? He then stepped back and placed his hand on the mask, giving it a tug off....
