Out of the door

The worst is about to happen when the dream suddenly changes again. Everything is now faster, even faster than real time. Eric opened the door and asked what the hell was going on, and the arms that were holding me let go. They huddled in the corner of the wall behind me. Freed, I stood up and ran into his arms. I wrapped my arms around him and told him what they were up to.

They try to deny it. Eric told them to shut up. He took me in his arms, told them to stay put, and led me out of the ruined room full of air mattresses and clothes, into another room that I recognized as his.

He put me down by the door while looking at me once, “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded, not paying much attention as he ran his hands over his naked body to check for injuries. Seemingly satisfied that I was unscathed, he hugged me again.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked. The moment slowed down and I looked into his eyes.

“Make them hurt for you,” I whisper.

“I will make them pay,” he said. His hands co