Gideon opened his eyes and winced. He felt a sharp twinge of pain in right side. He looked down at his rib cage and saw blood flowing from an open wound. Gideon's eyes darted around the room as he tried to apply pressure to the wound. Suddenly, his eyes focused on him.
Frank.
Gideon narrowed his eyes. He tried to get up, but his legs gave out from underneath him.
"Enjoying yourself, Jason?" Frank snidely asked.
"What do you want, Frank?" Gideon snarled.
"Simple. I. Want. You."
"What?"
"But not without a little playing." Frank's face erupted into an evil smile. Gideon was still glaring.
"Playing?"
"Why, yes! Of course. If you'll look to your left, you'll notice a gash on the right side of your abdomen. In a few minutes, I will extract one of your rib bones. And if you don't die from that, I'll keep extracting rib bones until I find your heart."
"There's no way you'll ever-"
"Be able to do that? Think about it, Jason. Did you ever think that I'd be able to get you unconscious? That I'd be able to bring you away from your home? That I'd be able to tear open your side? I didn't think so."
Gideon had no response. He honestly couldn't remember how Frank had gotten him. He had a throbbing headache, but it didn't take away from the pain he was feeling in his torso.
"Well, now that I've gotten you in the right mood, I'll proceed with the operation. It's been lovely dealing with you, Jason." Frank smiled and began moving towards Gideon. Gideon felt the worst pain he had ever felt. It felt like someone took a blunt metal rod and stabbed him with it repeatedly. Gideon looked up at Frank and-
Gideon shot out of bed. He let out a breath. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Frank was dead. For good. But why couldn't his subconscious stop bothering him?