Whenever I had nightmares, most of them were about Scimitar killing my mother without the slightest ounce of remorse. Scimitar was usually laughing his maniacal, mother fucking ass off. His eyes were filled with demonic glee as proceeded to slaughter my mother in so many way – breaking her neck, ripping out her spine, biting into her skull and tearing out her eyes.
And I was unable to do anything except cower in fear and horror. My lips were moving, but I was unable to scream my mother's name out loud. My tail was curled in between my hind legs in horror, my ears pinned back in the same terrified stance.
However, as soon as I went back to sleep, a new nightmare crept into my mind. I was lying on my side, bloodied, bruised, and heavily wounded. I was a fully grown Akita, weighing around 140 pounds and reading a height of 32 inches. I was also pinned down by the devil of a wolf who'd made my life a literal living hell.
"Have you ever thought of becoming a mother, dear pretty Tamashi?" he asked almost in a seductive tone. "Do you know how good it feels to have such a pleasurable organ inside of you?"
"You bastard," I whimpered, unable to move properly in my condition.
"I'll take that as a no, then?" the wolf licked his fangs and climbed on top of me, licking my neck with lust. "Such a beautiful female."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed in absolute horror, instantly waking up. To my relief, I didn't see the demonic wolf, didn't hear his cruel chuckle, didn't detect his malicious scent.
However, as much as a part of me wanted to say it was just a nightmare, another voice was speaking the cold, evil truth in my ear. It's not a nightmare, it whispered evilly. It was real. It was a taste of hell, hell that had already poured its blood rain all over you.
Unable to do anymore, I slammed my head into the grass and sobbed heavily.