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SpaSlov: Nightmare
Samuel flinched as the ceramic shattered next to him. His head pounded, and he could barely move. He looked up at the shadowy figure above him, tears in his eyes.
"What makes you think that you can leave me?" the figure demanded.
Samuel fought the instinct to apologise. He had hoped that he could escape while the other was at work. How was he supposed to know that the other would come by early? He couldn't offer explanations or excuses. He was tired of doing that.
He yelped when the other punched him, and he fell to the ground. He gasped when the other straddled him, his hands going around Samuel's throat.
"You want to leave?" the larger man spat. "Fine. But I will make sure that you don't go anywhere."
Samuel clawed at the hands around his throat, the meaning perfectly clear. The other man had every intention of killing Samuel…
…
"Sammy!" Antonio exclaimed, shaking Samuel's shoulders. "It's just a dream. It's alright. Don't be scared."
Samuel's eyes snapped open, and they looked around frantically, before focusing on Antonio. The Spaniard pulled the Slovak into his arms as Samuel started to sob. Antonio stroked his back as he whispered reassurances.
Antonio knew about Samuel's past with an abusive partner. It was so bad, the other man had almost killed Samuel, if not for the neighbours hearing disturbing sounds and calling the police. Samuel had taken a long time to trust people again, but Antonio had been there as a friend, and then Samuel's boyfriend. But even after three years, that man still haunted Samuel's nightmares.
Antonio always felt so helpless, because all he could do was hold Samuel close until the fear and panic died down. Neither of them would be getting sleep that night.