I want this to sound like shes dreaming about something that has happened to her before, and I'm not sure how to incorporate later in the story, that this has actually happened to her. It goes along with my Untitled story in the Romance section of the Review Room, if you would like to read some more. “No...No Mark, please don’t hurt me…” I sobbed, dragging my bleeding body across the linoleum. His expression wasn’t changing. “Well Marie, if you didn’t want me to hurt you, then you should have given me what I wanted. What I deserve.” He snarled, an awful sound compared to the deep, caring voice I had gotten so used to. I whimpered and backed myself up against the wall. My bloody back stained the pristine white wall red. “Mark….MARK!” I screamed in terror as he raised the bat over his head. It swung down-- Then I woke up. I was covered in sweat, and breathing heavy. Sitting up, I looked around quickly. My alarm clock told me it was 5:43 AM. Almost time to get up. I was in my own bed, in my own room, safe. Safe. The word reverberated through my head softly, putting my fears to rest. I ran my hands over my arms, feeling the goose bumps that had risen, and tried to shake the feeling of being watched.