I am just sensation, a free, independent bird caught in the net, unwilling to escape this intoxicating lustful world.

He pushes into me harder, making me cry out in pain again. My breathing is ragged and so is his. He slams into me and I scream his name, tilting my head back, pulling on the sheets as the motion radiates deep inside me.

He ignores every plea of mine to go easy on me, easing out slowly, only to slam into me harder than the previous. I cry out in an incoherent wail. The feeling is so intense , I'm building, I can feel the spiralling out from deep with my belly. He thrusts deep, again and again, over and over and I am lost in trying to absorb the pleasure and pain. It's overwhelming. Tears spring to my eyes. I can no more handle this pain but neither I have a safeword nor I can stop him.

Crack, Crick, Crackkk! a door cracks open but it's the least to bother right now.

I feel the familiar quickening deep inside, he thrusts into me sending me over the edge, I scream out loudly as my orgasm rips me, consuming everything in me. I am wrung ragged, my body is still shaking with the aftershocks. Tears streaming down my face, I cry silently.

It's draining, it's exhausting, it's hell!
He pulls out of me making me wince.

A glass shatters into pieces loudly!
I look onto the floor to find a broken liquor bottle and it consisted blood instead of brown liquor, there's blood all around!

BAAM! a door slams loudly behind me, behind the bed.

My eyes go wide. My trembling body comes alive and I'm fully awake now.
Oh no... This can't be! Jeez, am I dreaming ?

when I look at him, he is sitting upright across me on the bed keeping his face down. I don't dare to look back, I know it's him, it have to be, I can smell the cigarettes burning, I know!

I look across me for some help, though I know it will be useless, but seeming to have read my mind , he faces up, his eyes meeting mine. My eyes go wide. His lips curled up.

It is HIM!

I screamed and choked, sweat soaking my skin. My breathing is ragged, I look around my dark room searching for anything familiar to what I experienced or whatever few moments ago.
But it was just the room, me and my Nightmare.

I lay awake for the rest of the night with the bedside lights on. I'm afraid that if I sleep, it may return, Again!
My mouth is so dry and my throat is so aching that it seems I ate a xerophytic plant in my dinner and my throat is now a desert to that plant.

I get off my bed, heading to the kitchen I grabbed a bottle of water to satisfy the desert at my throat. I took a long shower before sitting on my desk with coffee and my diary, glancing to the clock I realise it's five in the morning. I check my phone only to find The University Of Chicago has accepted me on full scholarship. I tossed it back in its place and focus on my day ahead.

What a great starting of my day! I took my diary and started to release my last night's experience:

Dear Diary,
I don't know how to explain you what I felt last night but I'm sure they are back, again! I think the therapies and meds ain't working for me. I was really scared from him then, still am!
But this time, I got a twist. I saw both of them together in a same nightmare.
He fucked my brains out but after the liquor bottle broke, he was him and not he himself. I know I sound stupid but that what's truth, my truth.
I've lost my appetite and now I'll suffer from insomnia. Oh diary, I really need help.
B. Cooper

I closed the diary and drown my coffee.

CRACK! I heard a glass shattered on the tile floor and I knew I'm fully awake, and it is not a dream. I'm scared to move any inch from my place, I really pray to God to keep me safe.
But then I remembered that I always lock all doors and windows of my house before going nto sleep.

A little courage pushed me to go and check what actually happened. I literally crawled on for checking up there. When I reached my hallway, a glass vase is broken on the floor right beside the stool on which it was placed and the window behind it was opened, the high winds caused the curtains to move back and forth.
I let my breath out, unaware that I was holding it. The vase must have been broken due to the curtains. I ran up to close the Window and lock it. I drew the curtains on, just then I saw someone moving outside my window.

No, nor this again. I ran to my bedroom, breathing heavily and I see my diary Open!

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