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It has been a long week. Petra has spent most of it unconscious, completly unaware of the passage of time. She lays in a bed tucked under homemade quilts. Food is forced into her, and her bandages must have been changed recently. The only thing missing is a thing of flowers by the bedside.
Though Petra seems completly unaware of the time elapsing, for Bonzo, he has felt every second the clock ticks. When he sleeps, food is left by the bed. No books, nothing but the cold stone walls and the bed and the food exist in his room. He never sees who brings the food, though it can be safely assumed that it is the hound or the badger.
At night, terrible dreams come. Dreams that he never could have experienced, dreams that do not seem to be hooked into his subconscious. They come from a strange view-point, a female view-point. Always, he is fighting against odds that he cannot win. The exact setting is fluid. Sometimes his dream persona does not even seem to be male...
Though Petra seems completly unaware of the time elapsing, for Bonzo, he has felt every second the clock ticks. When he sleeps, food is left by the bed. No books, nothing but the cold stone walls and the bed and the food exist in his room. He never sees who brings the food, though it can be safely assumed that it is the hound or the badger.
At night, terrible dreams come. Dreams that he never could have experienced, dreams that do not seem to be hooked into his subconscious. They come from a strange view-point, a female view-point. Always, he is fighting against odds that he cannot win. The exact setting is fluid. Sometimes his dream persona does not even seem to be male...