He seemed so arrogant, so cocky. But as much as he seemed full of himself, his orders turned her on. “I’m not used to this,” she thought. Part o...f her wanted to rebel or to tease him into submission, but she didn’t think he would be the type to fall for that. Even though the brief thought of denying him met her at every turn she couldn’t help but picture giving herself too him. With every dominant text, his suave appearance melted away and she started to picture the writhing, powerful animal he. He came in twice a week after that, plenty of time to discover his name. A sense of familiarity would settle over me sometimes when I spied on him, a surety that I had met him before. I could never remember and I hoped it would come to me someday. I put my lunch in the refrigerator with a little smile on my face. Today Matt would be visiting and picking up more books. The man was a voracious reader and he seemed to have no preference in genre judging by his unpredictable reading pattern. To. At first, I am unable to understand what's going on. The pain overwhelms me. I feel bone fragments moving, grating against each other. I scream. The torture stops immediately. My foot is on fire. I open my eyes. A man is scolding one of the nurses. She blushes. A mask is placed on my face, and I slowly drift into unconsciousness. The torture continues before I pass out completely. This time, I am barely aware of it. Soon, I don't feel anything.I am dreaming. I know that it is just a nightmare,. "It's dyed."From the table just behind her, Kaylee heard Dean snort into his drink, choking on the alcoholic fluid. She smiled up at the waitress, batting her eyes at her while Gabe hid his own smile. "I think we could use a moment or two more," he said to the red faced girl who glared at Kaylee as she walked away."You may want to watch your food," Dean said from behind his napkin as he leaned back in his chair as if taking a deep breath."Want to switch with me?" Kaylee asked him, elbowing him.