Jacques Supplanter Graham

That Morning

Jennifer's Point Of View

I woke up from that stupid nightmare I always have. I don't talk about it because I don't want to. It's been a while since I had this nightmare. I looked to my dressing table and found some eye drops.

So he came in here? How come I didn't hear him? I took a shower and wore some tight fit dress. And yes I used the eye drops.

I walked outside my room and something pulled me to that Red room. Even though I try to resist it, I went into the room. Everything was in place. The clippers were back to their position. Trust me, those eye drops are really helping.

“Jennifer!” I heard him calling my name. His voice was kind of aggressive and I ran out of the Room.

I found him near my bedroom door, holding some papers.

“What were you doing in the Sex Dungeon?” He asked. No good morning? No nothing?

“How's your wound?” I don't have a specific reason why I'm in the Red room which he assumes that it's a Sex Dungeon.

“Stop trying to change the topic.” He says.

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