[Section of OC backstory] Was it a dream, or a nightmare?

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The whole idea behind this picture came from a dream that a character of mine, Satyr, has during his story. I won't try to summarize it, rather just put all of the text from the dream here.

(At the moment, he is currently going insane from meeting and marrying a girl he dreads to be with. After the first week that he sleeps with her, he has this dream. Also, he is actually human when this happens.)
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Ohoho! I can't believe it... she actually thinks that I will accept the thought of me having sex with her! Stupid bitch... Like I would ever want her here? Absolute nonsense, that is...

There it is, sitting on a lit stone furnace it was... the blade that I shall use to finally end all of this suffering! And, of course, the star of the show -- laying the front of her torso on the table ass-naked, other than a blindfold, expecting some sort of sexual intercouse... Ha! This will be the end... The end I say!

I need to plan this out well... the bitch needs to suffer as much as possible! I need to find a place on her body that won't instantly kill her, rather just let her die slowly... Wait, why am I even thinking about this? She expects something to be forcefully shoved into her anus, so I shall give her JUST THAT!!

Without any trace of hesitation, I snatch the blade from its resting place on the furnace and straight at the target! She releases the shriek I wanted to hear, the shriek of pure pain and suffering! Blood, being shot out like water from a fire hose. Even though I knew what was happening, It still wasn't enough. I took the blade out from where I first inserted it, and continued stabbing at other parts around the waist. Now, this was much more satisfying! Now, to let the fiery aspect of the blade set in... I press the dull side of the blazing blade up against her forehead. It burnt off the blindfold that was originally soaked with tears of pain.

"Go to hell, you obnoxious little fool!" I shout, ruthlessly at her face. Then, I finish the whole thing by thrusting the blade right into her eye.

I shot clean out of bed, heart pounding, and almost drowning in sweat. I look down at my hands.

That was certainly interesting, I thought, whether it was a dream or a nightmare is beyond me...

(END)

I love insanity.