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She didn't know where she was but all she could hear was the sound of the rhythmical droplets of water- or was it water?
Chaerin wasn't too sure anymore as the gut wrenching, repulsive smell infiltrated her nose and forced a choked cough after inhaling the revolting scent.
She attempted to sit up, trying to orientate herself from confusion but was roughly pushed back down.
"Stop moving."
Chaerin froze at the sound of the deep, rough voice cutting through the air and finally her eyes opened.
She couldn't speak, the lump in her throat verging on choking the girl and everytime she swallowed it got bigger.
Dimmed lights only left a partial sight towards the body of the voice, only a silhouette glimmering in the only light.
"W-what-" Chaerin panicked as they came closer, the obvious outline of the large sized axe held up. A deep chuckle followed and the male sighed, twirling it in his hand.
"Try not to scream too much."
She shot up with a large gasp, leaning over her duvet hands gripping it with so much force her knuckles turned a sheet of white.
Tears streamed down her face, scorching hot against her smooth cheeks and onto the fabric that covered her.
Chaerin choked on a sob, untangling herself from the safety of her bed, rushing over to the bathroom in the depth of the night.
It felt real, too real to even conclude it as a mere dream. It was as if she could still hear the voice ringing in her ears- feeling chills jolting up her spine.
An overwhelming heat began to surface up her body, gut wrenching- twisting and turning horrifically as bile raised to her throat.
The clocks ticked 3am and whilst everyone slept, the girl was heaving up her guts in the toilet. Hunched over with empty sobs racking her body and her whole body heated up.
But a sudden gust of cold washed over her, fighting the overwhelmingly hot sensation which left Chaerin in a confused state.
She sniffled, wiping her tears with her shaking hands- breathing deeply and exhaling to calm herself down- convincing herself it was just a nightmare.
But was it?
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The one time nightmare turned into a frequent terror everytime the girl closed her eyes late at night unwillingly.
Chaerin had experienced the same nightmare everyday for the past week, leaving her restless and on edge with every loud noise.
She was beyond confused, scared and sleep deprived. It had become until the point the girl was scared to fall asleep, not wanting to see it again.
Some days the male had an axe, maybe a blowtorch- shrills of flames heading towards her- other times it was his bare hands that grabbed onto her back.
But it wasn't her back, it was more what was coming out of it.
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