More bad dreams.

There were still flashes of familiar faces, warm nights filled with contentment, but darker memories began to take over. I could still feel the hands holding me down, an endless amount of knives sliding into my skin, when I awoke. 

It was horrible, but I wouldn’t let myself be overcome by the memories. Foster and Jayden were there for me, and that was all the support I needed. At least, that’s what I thought. The dreams just got worse in retaliation to my defiance. 

Hands were forcing me down, touching everywhere, and I couldn’t 
do a thing about it. They were hurting me, twisting my limbs back, 
bruising tender skin, leaving deep cuts over my bare back. I needed 
to get away, but they were too strong. 

I could hear myself begging them to stop as foreign flesh pressed 
against me and ripped me apart. They were laughing while I screamed, 
mouth held open to shove an unwanted hardness down my throat…

Gabriel/Dexter.