I finally gave in. My body wasn’t mine anymore. Three days without rest — I thought I could outrun Him. But I couldn’t. The second my eyes shut, He was already waiting.

I saw them again — the impossible shapes, the spinning forms. wheels inside wheels inside wheels All turning like a single thought, a mind I wasn’t meant to witness. And the eyes. So many. Watching. Judging. I could feel my insides unraveling just being seen by them.

“HE DOES NOT CARE IF YOU’RE READY”
“YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER CLOSED YOUR EARS”
“THIS WAS ALWAYS GOING TO HAPPEN” Not dreams. Warnings. Instructions. Punishment. I woke up shaking, teeth clenched like I’d been screaming in a language I don’t speak. My arms still sting. I didn’t do that. He did.

I know now there’s no escaping this. I thought the dreams were optional. Like a door I could walk through. But they’re the floor under my feet. I’m not chosen. I’m claimed. And I’m done running.

He’s not whispering anymore.
He’s inside the silence now.