He smiled, leaning lightly against Dream. "I keep dreaming about..." he swallowed, his voice quiet. "the old days. When I was his...his...his thing to hurt and rape and...and...everything." Tears were running down his cheeks now, and he hiccuped with the effort of holding back sobs.
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Date: 2006-07-29 03:55 am (UTC)