This is just a short story. I wrote it and it is significantly toned down from my usual as I was going to post it on another site that didn't allow some genres, but even in a dream they wouldn't allow it. I should probably go back and enhance it, but enjoy this version for now. He comes to me most mornings. In that time, just before full awakening when the mists of sleep and the fog of dreams pervade and control my mind. He owns my soul in these dreams. He controls my very existence. I wouldn’t have it any...
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