dream

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"Why can't you be more like your sister?" her father's voice cut through the air, laced with sternness and expectation. Diana's head drooped, her heart heavy with guilt. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her words barely audible.

Her father shook his head in disappointment. "I've warned you time and time again, yet you still fail to comprehend. You need to learn from your sister's example. She knows what is right, and she follows the rules. Why can't you do the same?"

Diana bit her lip, her gaze fixed on the ground. She understood that she had once again let her father down. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to match her sister's level of obedience.

"I'm trying," she finally managed to murmur, her voice trembling.

"You have brought disgrace upon this family since the day you were born. God, why must I be tested with the daughter of that witch?" her father's words pierced through her, filled with anger and frustration.

Diana's face contorted with a mix of sorrow and frustration. Her father's reproachful words struck deep, an all-too-familiar pain she had grown accustomed to. Every day, she bore the weight of her father's disapproval, condemned for being the daughter of a woman branded as a witch.

Her anxiety intensified, causing her to unconsciously bite her lip until her father's hand halted her. He gently ran his fingers over her face, and instead of scolding her further, he spoke something unexpected in a low voice. "The only thing left of that witch is your face. Don't ruin it." Diana looked at her father, wide-eyed, and nodded in response.

Diana's body trembled with fear, her heart racing in her chest. His words pierced her mind like a dagger. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to comprehend his request. She was scared, her body stiffening from the verbal assault.

Nodding her head, she found herself unable to speak. Her father smiled and patted her head. "That's my good girl. Now go and do as I said."

Diana walked away, her body still tense from the frigid words that had been hurled at her. She had never felt so vulnerable and powerless. She knew she had no choice but to comply with her father's demands, no matter how much she longed to resist.

Fear gripped Diana as her captor reached out, his hand gripping a strand of her hair. Her heart pounded in her chest as his cold eyes bore into hers.

"Do you understand?" her father's voice was low and menacing.

Diana nodded, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Yes."

"You must kill him, my daughter. You know what happened to Rose. Do not forget," he commanded.

"Do you understand?" her father's voice resonated with low, menacing tones.

Diana's body tensed, her heart pounding as she nodded, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Yes."

"You have a task, my daughter. You must end his life, just as you witnessed with Rose. Remember what happened. Do not forget," he commanded with an air of authority.

Diana's eyes widened in fear and disbelief. The weight of her father's words bore down on her, suffocating her with their dark intent. Her mind raced as she grappled with the enormity of the task he had assigned her. Fear, confusion, and a deep sense of moral conflict swirled within her, leaving her torn between loyalty to her father and the moral compass that screamed against such a heinous act

..... Dream from the past.....

Diana's eyes flew open, her heart racing, only to be greeted by the realization that the nightmare she had been expecting had not a good omen . As she regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a warm bed in a silent and dark room. Confusion washed over her as she realized she had no recollection of how she had arrived there after losing consciousness for several hours.

The room around her was shrouded in an unfamiliar stillness, devoid of any familiar sights or sounds. Panic threatened to consume her as she attempted to piece together the fragments of her memory. How did she end up here? What had transpired during her unconscious state?.

The nightmarish scenario continued to escalate, plunging Diana deeper into a state of fear and confusion. She found herself trapped in an unfamiliar place, devoid of any understanding of how she had arrived there or what steps to take next. Desperate to escape, her body weary and weak, she struggled to make sense of her surroundings.

In her desperate search for answers, Diana scanned the room for any clue that could shed light on her predicament. However, her efforts proved futile as she discovered nothing of significance. Exhaustion weighed heavily upon her, making even the simplest movements feel arduous and futile.

Defeated and overwhelmed, Diana resigned herself to waiting for someone to enter the dark room. Her hope flickered as footsteps approached the door, each sound amplifying her anxiety. A knock reverberated through the air, and with trepidation, she watched as the door creaked open to reveal a figure shrouded in darkness.

A chill ran down Diana's spine, her heart racing as she braced herself for the unknown. The stranger's presence loomed large, casting a shadow over her already fragile state. Her breath grew shallow as she anticipated the stranger's next move, her body tensing in anticipation.

"Are you awake?" a deep voice broke the silence, instantly recognizable as her husband's. Relief washed over her, knowing that she was not alone in this mysterious place.

Fear still gripped her tightly, rendering her unable to respond. Instead, she feigned sleep, keeping her eyes closed and her body motionless. Her husband's footsteps drew nearer, and she sensed his presence leaning closer to her ear.

Her body froze, every nerve on edge, unsure of what he would do next. Her heart pounded in her chest, the intensity of her fear threatening to overwhelm her. She remained motionless, silently praying for him to speak or retreat.

"I know you're not sleeping," he stated firmly, his words piercing the air.

Diana clung to her pretense, refusing to open her eyes. She hoped to deceive him, to buy herself more time to process the situation. But her husband seemed to see through her facade.

"Okay," he conceded, his voice laced with a mix of resignation and concern.

Diana's heart raced, uncertain of what would happen next. But before she could comprehend the situation, her husband unexpectedly began to kiss her with a fierce passion. She wanted to resist, to push him away, but his strength overwhelmed her feeble attempts.

Powerless and confused, Diana found herself caught between conflicting emotions. Fear intermingled with desire, leaving her bewildered and helpless. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming force of his touch.

Abruptly, he pulled away, leaving Diana standing there, her emotions in disarray. Confusion and embarrassment flooded over her, urging her to flee, yet her body remained rooted to the spot, unable to move. She met his gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and desire.

"Relax your body," he whispered gently, his words sending shivers down her spine.

"Wha... what are you... let me go," Diana stuttered, her voice trembling with helplessness. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as her husband persisted, his actions unyielding.

She had never seen this side of her husband before, and the sudden intimacy was overwhelming. Fear coursed through her veins as his hands skillfully moved to undress her. Despite her struggles and pleas, his strength prevailed, leaving her feeling violated and exposed.

He drew closer, his breath warm against her neck. Trembling with fear, Diana searched for an escape that seemed impossible to find. She felt trapped, caught in the clutches of an unknown figure.

Then, without warning, he stopped and leaned in close to her ear. "Are you awake now?" he whispered, a smile playing upon his lips.

Diana stood there, paralyzed like a startled deer. Her voice caught in her throat, unable to form words. The urge to shield herself surged within her, her clothes suddenly feeling inadequate for protection. Though his smile lacked malice, an uneasiness settled over her. She longed to respond, to break the silence, but found herself trapped in a trance-like state, unable to move or speak. Wide-eyed with fear, she simply stared at him, her mind struggling to comprehend the events that had unfolded.

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As the man's husband slowly departed from the room, leaving Diana behind in a state of perplexity, her senses heightened. The sound of her own heart reverberated through her being, resounding with an unexpected loudness that seemed to drown out her thoughts. Caught in the midst of uncertainty, she stood there, momentarily at a loss.

Her mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions, yet her body seemed to have a will of its own. It yearned for rest, for respite from the tumultuous events unfolding before her.

She suddenly sleep.

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