ZINA
That night, Zina's dreams of a blissful and beautiful family with Daemon turned into a violent, bloody dream where a hand wrapped around her throat and kept choking her as if it wanted to eliminate her means of air instead. Thereafter, she saw her mother who was the perfect replica of her features, bound in multiple silver chains that were coated with black elements.
She hung mid air, stuck in perpetual pain as her flesh only burnt and burned from the silver chains. The room she was stuck in seemed to be caged in darkness itself, and yet, the woman whom Zina realized she bore a striking resemblance to was light itself in the chaotic darkness that surrounded her.
When Zina finally screamed herself awake, not sure of which of the things she had seen were simply nightmares or her visions, the side of her bed was empty and cold.
Daemon was gone.
