Interlude Four

“Are you satisfied so far?”

“In a way.”

“That doesn’t sound too happy.”

“I had imagined more action. Blood, gore and death, you know. Some emotional loss, maybe.”

“Your wish is our command.”

I woke up with a scream in my throat. The dream had been oppressive, with no sensations, only the words hammering through my mind, wiping out any thought, even drowning out my sense of self.

What was that?

I stirred in bed, groggily checking the clock. 5:03, as expected. Bladder? No pressure. What?

I forced my eyes open against the headache that threatened to crush my skull. The bed felt…wet. That made sense. I should… What? There was something I should do.