more of a filler sorry, feel free to skip

Darkness, is all she saw, cold all she felt. Every inch of her bare flesh was exposed to the freezing air, she went to curl into a ball but found herself held down by some unknown restraint. Panicking, Victoria began to struggle violently, thrashing, trying to make the bonds disappear. After much struggling she broke her restraints and began flailing against the things around her trying to escape the pitch darkness. The woman tried to scream but no noise came out. Something brushed against her face, long, thin and very soft, she briefly stopped her movement, to scared to move. Victoria could feel the air move around her as more of the mysterious objects appeared, she began to blindly claw and fight off the objects. They wrapped around the flailing limbs, again holding her down, firmly and softly, she tried to break them but was unsuccessful. After only several seconds every inch of her body was covered by the soft writhing ropes, she felt herself warming up but remained frightened and alert trying to control her heavy breathing. Looking up from what she assumed was her body, the woman saw thousands of different sized eyes peering at her unblinkly, their crimson glowing Iris's illuminated the darkness around her, she tried to scream but in the new dark red light she saw a black shadowy tendril approach and wrap around her mouth. Completely still and unable to move she flickered her eyes around, checking for a break in the wall of red eyes. Suddenly a strong deep voice resounded against the walls, "Victoria" it addressed her "wake up" it commanded. The women stopped fighting and realized she was dreaming, she snapped awake drenched in a cold sweat.

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Still heaving from her dream induced panic, she surveyed her surroundings. Somehow during her heavy sleep, she rolled off the couch onto the cold wooden floor. Trying to prop herself up on her arms, she was met with two different pains, the pounding in her head, and the sharp stinging pain in her hand. The artist recalled the dream perfectly, remembering every detail, including the violent thrashing against the shadowy bonds and the thousands of staring eyes. Her eyes adjusted to the natural light illuminating the apartment, she saw the wreckage that surrounded her couch, the table had flipped over, empty coffee mugs were smashed and papers were everywhere. She was speechless, sure sometimes she would kick or wriggle in her sleep, but never anything this violent, she figured all the struggling she did in her dream was taken out on her coffee table. Wiping the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve she stood up and walked to the bathroom, flicking on the light she finally bothered to attend to the sharp throbbing pain in her left hand. Pulling her hand up to eye level, she was shocked to see long shards of porcelain embedded the soft flesh of her palm, it was fortunate for her that she was right handed. Dried blood caked the wounds making it difficult to see what the damage was, although she had seen much more gruesome wounds in her time with the military, she had readjusted to her boring life, this was something shocking to her. Pulling open the cabinet on the wall she located a peer of tweezers and a roll of gauze, gritting her teeth and holding the tweezers tightly she began the process to pulling out the shards. After every shard she pulled, a thick slow stream of blood would follow dripping into the dirty porcelain sink below. The whole process took almost half an hour and it seemed she had a good roll in the broken mug fragments as there were some shards aswell as tiny chips embedded in her arms. Victoria wrapped her entire hand in gauze and put plasters on the tiny cuts decorating her arms, thankfully it seems she absorbed most of the damage in her hand.

Victoria padded out of the bathroom and flopped back on the couch, she had time to think about last nights events. Looking at her unwrapped dominant hand, she saw her knuckles were bruised, "ah how could I forget" the artist mused, replying last nights events in her head she fondly remembered her knuckles connecting with Scott's nose. A smile pulled at her lips, her usual timid nature was always shadowed when anger was involved. At least now she was sure that Scott would keep his distance, although she would never break every bone it someone's body, he was scared enough to believe she would. Her phone lay on the floor, the screen was thankfully intact, switching it one she looked at the time 11:30. Walter was coming at 12, "shit, what is it with me and being late" Victoria complained, walking to the kitchen she rustled around in a draw until she found what she was looking for, pulling out a small packet triumphantly she popped the last oval shaped pill out of the metallic casing. Putting the small pill in her mouth she swallowed it and continued rushing around attempting to redeem her reputation for being late.

She would definitely not have enough time to shower, the artist sprayed every perfume, scented spay and deodorant she owned on herself and hoped no one had a particularly good sense of smell. After Victoria had thrown a variety of clothing, toiletries and other personal items in a small suitcase, she began the work of packing up the ridiculous amount of paints and brushes she owned. Stuffing everything she needed into two small bags she checked her phone again 11:50 it read, she had ten minutes to run downstairs and wait out the front. The pounding her her head had began to subside, but a new feeling had began to emerge, anxiousness. Ignoring the blooming feelings of doubt, she pulled the overstuffed heavy suitcase towards the door, looking back at the room she turned off the lights and headed out the door.

Looking up and down the busy London streets, Victoria was anxiously awaiting the arrival of the familiar black car. It began to lightly snow, the soft white flakes landing on her dark hair, she could feel fingers began to go numb in her coat pockets. She checked her phone again, it read 12:15, "who's late now" she thought bitterly, a white puff of frozen breath followed when she huffed in annoyance. After what seemed like forever, the black-clad butler pulled up in a car of the same colour, she held her hand up in a 'don't worry about it' gesture when he began to climb out of his side to open her door. She was capable of opening a car door, no reason for them both to be cold. Pulling open the door she climbed in the car and fell onto the soft leather seats, the two exchanged the usual pleasantries and the engine started up again causing the car to began moving. Victoria settled down in her seat, preparing for the long drive, after awhile she eventually zoned out while watching the snow fall on the countryside, the dream still pulled at her, she needed to know what it meant.

again sorry about the short chapter. And I know my spelling and grammars' pretty bad, yes English is my first language im just terrible at it. if while any of you are reading and the spelling, grammar, or anything gets annoying please tell me so i can step up my game, but at this point i cant personally notice it.

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