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Monica

The next morning brought sunlight and a break from the vivid barrage of nightmares. Monica had woken at least five times in a cold sweat, dreaming about tailed hotties, KJ eating her legs, Shen hobbling around with his electrified wire friends and a naked Lili battling a giant serpentine creature that was defeated with mere salt. But the worst were the images of Tex. His green eyes glowing and a cackling laughter ringing in her ears like a needle attacking her eardrums. Twice his size in real life, he loomed over her, laughing at her faults and her "humanity." She was weak and needed to be a slave.

She woke, gasping for air.

KJ poked his head inside, eyes half-closed. "You done with your frickin' wet dreams?"

Monica shot up to a seated position, pulling the blanket up to cover herself since she only wore a bra. "What are you talkin' about?"

Eyes rolling, KJ used a high-pitched and very mocking voice to explain. "Oh Tex...No...Tex, please...Oh God Tex..."

Face hot, Monica shrank into the sheets. Had she really sounded like that?

KJ continued. "I could barely sleep!" He crossed the room, snapped the blinds shut and flopped down on his bed. "Get out. I'm napping until another disaster occurs. Okay? Out!"

Monica hurriedly dressed and left the room, closing the door behind her.

She stood in the hallway, feeling disheveled and hair sticking out every which way. She needed to brush her teeth, she knew, but her stomach protested to be fed first. Slowly, she made her way downstairs, mind spinning with the different images and nightmares, shivering at the thought of KJ snacking on her toes.