I the entire dream so vividly. And the words in italics is what I thinking.
I was kidnapped by some guy, he knocked me out my putting a cloth over my face.
When I woke up, I was in a place that looked like an old theater, one you'd see an opera singer perform. I was standing on the stage when I opened my eyes, there were strings tied to the limbs of my body.
A string tied around my right wrist, one tied around my left wrist, one tied around my right ankle, one around left my ankle. I wanted to scream but there was a piece of cloth tied over my mouth, making my cries sound muffled.
All of the seats of the theatre were empty, except for one, where my capture sat. He was holding a video camera with a psychotic smile spread wide across his face.
Suddenly, my body started moving, like someone was controlling me, and I walked up to a man tied up to a red couch chair.
I felt my right arm get raised by the string, and the man cried- begging for his life.
"Please Master! Don't do this! I have kids!" He pleaded, balling his eyes out.
I tilted my head to the left.
Why does he think I'm going to hurt him?
I looked at my hand and my eyes widened.
There was a steak knife tied to my hand, threatening to stab the man.
I looked at the man in front of me and my arm was moved, as it slit the poor man's throat, I felt the knife cut through the skin and bones. I was controlled to stab him over and over again, being able to do nothing but close my eyes and feel his blood splatter against me.
When I couldn't hear the man cry anymore, I opened my eyes and peeked at the man sitting in the seat.
He was laughing like a child as he held onto the camera, mind you he looks like he's in his mid 20's, 25 at the oldest.
"Come on Evalyn," he said, "say good bye to the viewers!" He told me happily.
My body turned to face him and my hand waved. He was filming what I had just done. And controlled what I did.
Like I was a fucking Marionette Doll.
He stopped recording, keeping his psycho smile on and walked on stage.
Standing in front of me now, he caressed my bloody cheek.
"My little Evalyn, your gonna be my favorite doll to play with," he said and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking the blood from them.
Everything went black.
In the dream, I woke up on a bed in what seemed to be a jail cell. The walls, floor, and ceiling was made of concrete. The door was made of stainless steel, as well as the single metal barred window.
The bed that I woke on had baby blue sheets that looked old fashioned and had small glass dolls wearing the same colored dresses.
I looked down at myself, I was wearing the same color and style of dress, covered with the mans blood of whom I was forced to murder still on it, but my face felt clean from the hot liquid that was once there.
I heard small foot steps leading to the room I was in, sounding slow and calm.
The metal door opened and I looked at the person in the doorway.
