~*~Frightening Dreams~*~
*Where am I?* she thought. It was room, but one unlike any she had seen before. The walls consisted of white tile and the floor was made of smooth, dark concrete. She was drug into the room as her bare feet skimmed the floor. She tried to speak but her voice had been stolen. She was unable to find her voice as the light stung at her eyes. *Help me!* she whimpered, but nothing came out. They stripped her of her clothing and lay her down on a chilled, metal table. She looked up into their taunting eyes as they poked her with needles and prodded her with something cold and wet between her open thighs.
"Victor!" Marty suddenly screamed as she sat up in bed.
"What is it?" Victor whispered as he woke up with a strange feeling of being drugged and disoriented.
"I had dreams, horrifying dreams," she told him. "It was your mother and her psychotic doctor! They ... they... "
"They what?" Victor asked.
"I don't know," Marty said in a half-sob.
Victor caught her in his arms as she started to cry. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm not going to let them hurt you," Victor promised as he planted tender kisses on her face.
"I know, Victor, but I am scared... and I just want to get out of here. I hate this place," she told him through her tears. "We need to find a means of escape, before... before..."
"Want to go on a picnic with me at the lake?" Victor asked. "During our picnic, we could talk about our plans of escape."
"I would love that, Victor," Marty said as she hugged him tight.
"Alright. We'll pack a picnic lunch after we take a shower. Then we'll go."
"OUR shower?"
"Yeah," he replied with a wicked little smirk.