The cat-o-nine tails (it has to be that) lands on my right breast. I can feel my body burn and sting to the point of numbness. x video I can sense a presence… it’s just the air that feels so… ‘you’ make no sound at all. Adjusting my eyes to only natural light feels strange, I can barely make out the rocks poking through the sand. Yes… it is you. Finding the cuff of the shackle coincides with my realisation that I am now in some sort of chamber or cave or passage and that what little I can see is by some miracle of the dream. No tell-tale pin points of light, no music nothing. Strangely, my body is tingling… not sure if it is fear or anticipation.
