She’s up now. It was all just a bad dream. There’s no maniac desecrating her body. She touches herself. Sweaty, but no bruises, no redness. Her asshole feels fine.
Keira gets up and starts to dress, wondering why she keeps having this dream over and over again.
Keira also wonders where her phone is. She couldve swore she put it by her bed…
She goes to look for it…unaware that someone is looking at her. He’s been looking and watching all nite. That dream she had…where a BBC maniac kept fuqing her asshole nonstop….is about to become a reality…
