A Dream Within a Dream

In the depths of dreams, Mariah found herself once more in the cold grip of her recurring nightmare. She felt her body tense even in sleep, her senses filled with the ominous echo of impending terror as she was assaulted over and over again. The jet-black void around her pulsed with an insidious life, like the sickening heartbeat of a monstrous creature - one in particular. Her skin crawled with a visceral dread, each hair standing on end as if electrified by the paralyzing fear coursing through her veins. Even behind clenched eyelids, tears began to flow down her cheeks - soaking into her pillow. The crimson tips of her ears twitched in response to the laughing and degrading taunts, while the silver markings around her eyes seemed like glaring beacons of vulnerability in the oppressive darkness.

Her unconscious body trembled in fear, the nightmarish echoes of Moros' voice rippling through her mind like a venomous tide. Each word fell like a hammer, shattering her mental defenses and pushing her further into a corner of despair. The dread was palpable, constricting around her in an unyielding coil as she fought to escape Moros' cruel clutches as he took her against her will. Torturing her. Using her body against her. She thrashed against him as he held her down. “No! Stop!” She whined in a voice that weighed heavy by sleep. It was echoed by her physical form, her body writhing and squirming against the cold furs, limbs flailing as if to fend off an invisible attacker. Beads of sweat trickled down her face, dampening the fabric beneath her, while her whimpers filled the otherwise tranquil den.

"Mariah Mendacium"