(Revna POV)
I wonder when I stop having those horrible nightmares. Was it even proper to call them that? She thought it would be more accurate to say they were memories. Memories of that dark room, of those demons in human form that came to visit us, of all that humiliation and abuse, of watching my friends being raped endlessly while being made to watch helplessly.
I hated remembering such things; those memories made me feel dirty, humiliated, and unworthy. My only consolation was that just like in real life, those dreams ended with my beloved Master rescuing me.
I still remember it like it was yesterday, I thought I would remember it clearly for the rest of my life. Those blue eyes, beautiful and bright as sapphires, his hair black as night, the air of danger around him, and that faint kindness hidden under his frivolous smile.
