Mat leaned his head back. It hit the back of the metal chair he was tied to.
With a groan of pain, he lent forward.
"Would you stop with that racket?" Natemare spat, probably from one of the corners of the rooms.
Oh, I'm sorry I can't see anything, Mat shot back in his mind.
Natemare sighed and stood up, walking over to his tied up victim. He pulled off the mask that covered his eyes and glared into them.
"There, happy?" he growled.
Mat grunted in response.
Natemare rolled his eyes and walked back to the corner of the dark room.
Mat didn't like that it was dark.
He'd never admit it, but he had a slight fear of the dark.
Especially dark rooms with a demon in the corner, and him being tied to a chair.
Mat sighed internal sigh and leaned forward.
This sucked.
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Your Worst Nightmare-Book 3 of Grayed Out
FanfictionNightmares are things in your head Nate's nightmare is real. And he's breaking everything Nate loves.
