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AMBER|

I had a dream that night. No, it was a nightmare. A recurrence of my horrible past. The faces of the two men who have made life a living hell for me tormented me even in my sleep. Their harsh slaps caused me pain even in my dreams and their words were even harsher.

“Whore.”

“Weakling.”

“You should have died in place of your mother.”

“Just die already if are going to be of no use to me.”

There were shards of broken glass in my dreams and blood from the wounds they cut open. Tears and cries of pain as I am pummeled my fists. The jittery fear when the door of my room opens and my supposed mate would come in to force himself on me.

The strings of events in my Dreams were endless but there was a sudden ray of sunshine this time. At my lowest, the face of the man I’d just met appeared in my dreams and instead of being afraid of him, I felt the need to be closer to him knowing he’d protect me. He made all of the other faces disappear and became tye subject of my dreams.

My eyes wer