Sweat covered his body from the reoccurring nightmares that visited him faithfully every time he closed his eyes. Darkness, pain, water, drowning. And always that monster’s hideous face as he got to work on Solomon’s head with the drill. He’d never forget the hellish scream of the tool. It always echoed at the back of his mind like a sound stain. The white noise that came to fill the silence when he slept.
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