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~The Night Terror~

Auteur: Carabella
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-05 23:12:11

Chapter Twenty Nine

I must have dozed off eventually, because I woke to darkness and terror.

The nightmare came fast. I saw Theo's face hovering over me. His hands were holding my wrists. The taste of jasmine tea suddenly surfaced along with the crushing weight of paralysis. I was back to that situation where I was unable to move, unable to scream and unable to do anything but exist in the horror.

“No, please, not again…”

His weight pressed me into the mattress. The sound of fabric tearing echo
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