I slowly open my eyes and complete darkness engulfs me. I can't quite adjust my eyes to the light and a throbbing pain at my temple tells me why my eye won't open all the way. I try to get up to investigate my surroundings but I can't move. Pain surges through my body as I realize I'm trapped. My limbs are tied securely to what I can only assume are the posts of a bed. Panic fills my heart. I'm not sure of where I am and I can't recall how I got there, but the increasing flow of pain throughout my body tells me I'm in trouble. My eyes begin to adjust, but my unfamiliar surroundings give no clues as to where I am. Although I'm still unaware of what has happened to me, my soreness and the puddles of blood around my body let me know something brutal has occurred to me. I get nauseous and lightheaded as my senses are bombarded. The stench of putrid blood, the agonizing pain, the fear of death all overwhelm me at once causing me to go in an out of consciousness. But I begin to come to when I hear his voice. That voice from my past that sends terror through my soul. I thought I had gotten away. I thought I was no longer in his reach. But he found me. I could feel the tears streaming down my face. I knew what was in store for me. He had returned to finish what he had started and this time I had no escape. No one was going to rush in and save me. All I could do was cry. Not just because of the excruciating pain I felt but because I remembered what he once did to me. Remembered how he ravished my innocent body once before. I could only imagine what he would do to my maturing body. How he would not only destroy my body but also my soul. So I'm giving up. Letting go of the life left in my body. Praying for deliverance. Praying that angels will take my soul before it begins. As I pray I can feel his breath against my face. Smell that oh too familiar stench. That sickening musk that filled my nose one two many times. And I just cry. Knowing it's pointless to fight back. I just cry. I feel the pressure of his body on mine and my silent throbs grow into terror filled screams. I scream so loud and hard I wake myself up. And here I lay on my pillow soaked with sweat and tears, reliving childhood fears. My screams have turned back to sobs. And although it was only a dream I continue to cry. The fear has me so shaken I dread my slumber. So I lay awake in fear of returning to that dreadful place. Knowing he might be awaiting my return. And although I'm awake, I'm still crying, because I know I'll eventually have to fall back asleep, and I don't know what terror might be waiting when I get there.