Meow cried herself to sleep.
Her breathing steadied, and her tense body gradually relaxed.
Tyr opened his eyes to look at the girl in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.
"Alright, I promise, you have to as well, keep your word."
...
In the early hours of the morning, Meow fell into a deep sleep, and in her mind, she dreamed again of that night that filled her with terror.
She could feel she was dreaming, but couldn't control her brain. It was as if she could truly hear the light rain pattering outside the window that night, the air cold and damp, everything real as if it was happening all over again.
That man was like a disgusting demon, reaching out dirty hands toward her.
In her sleep, Meow clenched her teeth tightly, her whole body trembling, her face full of pain and panic, her hands clenched tight, nails digging into her flesh, her face pale, forehead covered in sweat.
Suddenly, Meow snapped open her eyes, unsure of what was real or imagined.
