PoV Fiogen
I woke up strapped to my own bed. I had a rope tied so tightly around my neck that it was almost choking me to death. Both my arms were frozen along with the bed, while my legs were covered with a bunch of rocks.
The image of a crying child eating someone akin to his mother figure was still vividly marked in my mind. All of Diego's happy memories with her were still in my head, but this time his emotions weren't strong enough to take control of my body.
"Can you tell me what happened?" Forren asked me.
He was currently sitting next to my bed; he was checking up on my condition. I expected him to be either angry at me for what just happened or disdainful, but he seemed genuinely concerned about my health.
"Not much; I had a horrible dream." I responded.
"What was it about?" he asked.
