Nightmare

[Warning: There are a couple of disgusting things within this chapter that’s connected to Daemon’s past. Read with caution.]

As soon as Daemon fell into sleep, he dreamt of something that happened long ago. A distant memory that isn’t exactly dreamlike in nature. It’s more of a nightmare. Just like everything else that haunts him in his sleep. All the things that’s forced into his brain because of the trauma he’s received from the Academy. And, in that particular instance of his sleep, he dreamt of a moment with the trio that he murdered.

Grant.

Gerald.

Haze.

Daemon stood under the bright and scorching heat of noon. There’s nothing to cover him unlike the three who has an umbrella under them. They also have shades and two other pushovers that are fanning them. Keeping them in a comfortable position as they’re also offered cold cans of beer which they enjoyed while they watched Daemon balance a bucket of pee that’s on top of his head.

That’s right. They’re making him balance it on top
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