Who: Dante and Lexi Where: There home When: Week 8. Thursday, just after midnight. Rating: Probably high Status: Closed, Incomplete
As they went to sleep that night Lexi was snuggled in Dante's arms. Neither was saying what they may have been feeling. Lexi was not going to let himself feel those feelings for his master. He was a slave being punished for something that he did not do. And he was pretty sure that Dante was just using him for sex.
As he slept he started to dream, something that he didn't do that often. Or at least he didn't remember it. In the dream he was home in his bed. His actual home, the one from his childhood. He sat up looking around the room. For a split second he was glad to be home until he heard the door open. His father didn't come to his bed that often at night, mostly when his mother was out or busy in another part of their massive house.
He didn't see the face of the man but he was pretty sure it was his father. He tried to speak, but his voice was not working. As the man came closer Lexi tried to move, but again he could not move. He could not move and he could not talk. He felt the same fear that he did when he was that scared child the first time his father came to him. He tried to moved again, but not even his eyes blinked.
His real body was twitching in his sleep. His breathing was getting rougher as if he was running. His body did want to run away from the dream.