I dreamed of pain spreading throughout my body. A dark, hot room, suffocating with the smell of blood. Silence in which the slightest sound becomes terribly loud, ringing or hissing in the skull. A heavy, hard body that moves on top of me. It seems I can hear how everything inside is torn, how the last seconds of life flow down in drops of his sweat from my skin. All I want is to switch off and never feel anything again. He breaks the silence, promising that he will continue until I die and keeps his word. This dream always ends the same way: he kisses me, filling my icy body with his hot breath. 18+. The story is not light. A continuation called “In the Hands of the Irbis” is in development. Contains obscene language.