The little sleeping form in the bed shivered, despite the comfortable temperature in the makeshift room.
Chains clinked in Seren's mind as her dream began to replay those painful events. The memories of the cold shackles and stretched, painful tourture caused a soft, heart felt cry.
She could feel Lord Williams' fingers twisted in her hair, pulling and tugging against her scalp. He tugged her towards the rusted out metal tub, icy cold water thundering against the tin as it filled.
" Sir please, PLEASE!" Her own voice rang through the dream, as the man tugged her close and closer to the rapidly filling tub.
" Sir please, PLEASE!"
The water was getting closer, her body was pressed against the clammy metal. He was going to force her head under. It didn't matter if reality had been different, in this moment, in this dream, Lord Williams was going to really kill her.
His hand forced her face down, closer into the liquid, her panicked eyes staring back at her.
A gasp ripped though the young woman as she bolted upright in bed. A shakey hand went to Seren's wild hair, as if to reassure herself that there was nothing (or rather no one) there.
Of course there wasn't. She was alone, just as she had been when she'd laid down to sleep. Half of her wanted to burrow back down and pray for dreamless sleep, but her body refused. The possibility of returning to the nightmare was enough to chase any hope of sleep from her mind.
Seren reached out and grasped the glass of water by her bed, but it was empty.
The warehouse was still as Seren's bare feet padded against the cold floor. She regretted not pausing to find socks before slipping from her little room. Her over sized shirt and flannel pajama bottoms weren't much defense against the dead night air.
Seren hadn't made a habit of venturing from little box room and especially without either Casey or Lucy stuck to her side.
But it was the middle of the night, she only wanted water, who was there to run into in the world felt so still?