Night Terror

Confederate sharpshooter Henry was fast asleep next to Rocky on a peaceful night, until Rocky was suddenly gripped by a night terror of being enslaved on Mr. James' farm. In her panicked state, she attacked Henry while he slept, holding a knife to his throat. Fortunately, she managed to snap out of it before any harm was done, but the fear lingered. As she checked herself, she noticed Henry still sleeping soundly and couldn't resist planting a gentle kiss on his lips. Rocky's scar on her back was a haunting reminder of her past, but snuggling up next to Henry brought her some comfort. Rocky lay back down, her heart still racing from the nightmare that had jolted her awake. In her dream, she was toiling away in the scorching heat of a cotton field, the sweat pouring down her forehead as she struggled to finish her quarter. Failure was not an option, for if she didn't complete her task, she knew she would be punished severely. And even worse than the back-breaking labor was the thought of what awaited her afterwards: being forced to dance for Mr. James' entertainment, her body a mere toy for his twisted amusement. The thought sent shivers down her spine.