Her cunt lips were so swollen she couldn’t fully close her legs. Welts covered her torso from the lash. Cuts circled her wrists and ankles from the ...estraints. She shook her head and gotten into the frothy bubble bath. As she sunk down into the lavender scented water, her body screamed protest. Everything stung. She ignored it and settled down, leaning her head back against the cool ceramic. She felt hands on her shoulders, massaging the stiffness from them. She leaned forward and another body. Above the splintered mast a sail rent to tatters was waving; suddenly the ropes that still held it gave way, and it disappeared in the darkness of the night like a vast sea-bird. At the same moment a violent crash was heard, and cries of distress. Dantes from his rocky perch saw the shattered vessel, and among the fragments the floating forms of the hapless sailors. Then all was dark again.Dantes ran down the rocks at the risk of being himself dashed to pieces; he listened, he groped about, but. It was no use. It had gone. I sat back and looked at my rough drawing of the girl. Thankfully, I was pretty good at art at school. It was definitely close. Especially the overall look of her. I wondered who she was and how she knew my name.But then again it had only been a dream.Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and mom peeked her head around it. "Hey, Buster," she smiled, "Back to bed. School tomorrow, remember."I sighed and closed my notepad before returning to bed and slipping back under the. Brown hair about shoulder length framed classic features on a well taken care of face. What really made her look old were the deeply etched lines. Worry lines my grandmother would have called them.As she got closer she realized my eyes were open and she shrieked. Running to the bed she embraced me, crying. I guessed she was his(my) mother but did a scan to confirm it. I had to be careful. I had decided long ago I would feign amnesia to help ease myself into this body's life. But to act.