Slave's Nightmare __top__ [PRO — GUIDE]

She lifted a finger to where her lips would have been. Shh. Then she pointed to the corner.

The boy smiled. It was the worst thing I had ever seen. slave's nightmare

I turned back to the boy. He lifted his head. His eyes were mine. But empty. So empty. Like two holes burned in a blanket. She lifted a finger to where her lips would have been

When at last I did wake—gasping, sweating, the iron collar cold against my throat—the first thing I saw was the master’s boots, standing by the door. Polished. Waiting. standing by the door. Polished. Waiting.