Something in her demanded victimization and terror so she corrupted my dreams led me into dark places I had no wish to explore. It was no longer clear to me which of us was the victim. Perhaps we were victims of one another.

I had a curious feeling that I was living on several planes simultaneously the overlapping of these planes was confusing.

She herself did not seem quite real. She was pale and almost transparent the victim I used for my own enjoyment in dreams.

Her albino hair illuminated my dreams shining brighter than moonlight.