***

I was no longer sure exactly for how long I had been left in the dark and cold dungeon.

As far as I know, there were still a few months left before the winter would finally appear, but here I was, trembling and quivering due to the cold that was seeping into my body, freezing my blood and bones.

I tried to squirm a little but my body had gone completely numb. I could no longer feel pain in my injured wrists where the silver wire was cutting into my skin.

Barely any time was left before it would pierce into one of my veins and everything would end.

But I should have known better. How could my fate let me get away from this neverending pain so easily?

"Can't you do something about your cuts? The sight and smell of your blood are becoming a torment for us."

My head jerked towards the cell on my right side and there they were. Around a dozen people in dark grey or black clothes who were too weird to be called human.

For some reason, almost all of them hated the sight of my blood. But could not blame them, could I? Even I had started disliking the sight of my own blood.

"Don't be so harsh on her. You very well know that she's the most innocent one out of all of us and they are just using her to torment us."

This time my head turned towards the cell that was located on my left.

There were also seven people thrown into it, six men and one woman, a very beautiful one.

She was looking at me with her soft hazel eyes. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was no longer smooth and silky, rather it had turned dirty and tangled.

But as soon as my eyes landed on that beautiful Goddess, my surroundings changed.

And for the hundredth time, I pleaded to rather be left bound, bleeding, and starved in that cold cell than face the horrifying scene that was about to play in front of my eyes.

I could tell that I was screaming at the top of my lungs as the same woman once again appeared in front of me.

I wanted to tell her to run, to get away from me as soon as possible, to save her life. However, the only sound that escaped my lips were ear-piercing screams.

And then I heard the air sizzling beside my ear as the loud noise of the gunshot ranged in my ears.

And before anything more could happen, my eyes flew open!

***

A man stood against the railing of the ninth floor balcony of the Master's bedroom. His waist-length silver hair was left loose as it flowed in the night breeze.

His white shirt was left unbuttoned, making his eight packs and tanned chiseled body visible to the eyes.

His dark blue eyes and silver hair, plus his white clothes almost made him appear like a fantasy character as the moonlight shone on him, surrounding him in its warmth and glow.

However, if one could look past the facade of the image then they would probably notice the slightest glimpse of sadness and frustration that was visible in his eyes.

His hands were clenched in tight fists making his knuckles turn white.

He again had that dream, the dream that had been haunting him in his sleep but it was not exactly his dream.

Weird, right!

Even he could not understand why he was being tormented by them. He could not see anything properly in those dreams, not a single thing.

In his dreams, it would be pure darkness and the only understandable thing was the pain, the suffering, and agony of the person who was the owner of those dreams.

The Silver hair man could only feel that agony and grief but had no idea who was causing it and exactly to whom.

He felt sympathy for that person because he knew that he/she actually existed in the real world. However, his frustration was far much stronger than that sympathy.

He was already surrounded by his own world of demons and problems, and these dreams were only creating more problems for him.

He wanted to find out the person whom these dreams belonged to and finish their sufferings forever.

He would either send them to a psychiatrist or he could always kill them, the best and quickest way of solving most of his problems.

However, the worst news was that he could never found that person even if he tried with all his power

According to the Oracle, that person would enter his world when the time was right, neither before nor later.

It already had been more than two years when he went to meet the old lady who lived at the edge of the Shadow Forest, known as the Oracle.

Meaning, he had already been waiting for almost three years for that person to appear and stop the torment of their dreams that had been haunting him.

And there's still no trace of any kind of such person.

A sigh left the man's lips as he returned into his bedroom. The moonlight was the only source of light that was illuminating the inside of the huge room.

As he prepared to go back to sleep his eyes landed on the photo frame that was sitting on the bedside table.

As soon as his eyes landed on the person who was looking at him with their beaming smile from behind the glass of the frame, a soft smile immediately made its way on his way.

His fingers softly grazed the outline of that person through the glass frame as a deep sigh left his lips.

"Good night."

He softly whispered and with that laid back on the bed, ready to once again try to sleep, and if miracles were possible then maybe he would be saved from any of those dreams this time.

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"Don't worry. I'm here with you. The lights are on. Just close your eyes and sleep."

I stared at Daniel as he kept brushing my hair with light hands.

I could no longer stand the tsunami of emotions that were covering his eyes. I was thankful that he was there for me but I needed something rigid to made me believe that I was no longer trapped inside those nightmares.

And that's how I ended up turning away from him as I buried my face in Domenic's arms.

I sure was not thinking straight!