A Dream of Vengeance and Reunion

Last night, in the depths of this dark cell, my mind conjured a dream that felt so real it stings. I dreamt that my clone sisters, Naomi and Rachel, found me here, surrounded by these monsters. Naomi, her eyes ablaze with fury, cut through the Holy Brotherhood’s men like a hot knife through butter. Her movements were fluid, calculated - a true warrior avenging her sister. Meanwhile, Rachel worked her magic on my broken body and shattered mind. Her touch was gentle yet firm as she mended the scars they’ve inflicted upon me.

In this dream, we apprehended Father Marcus himself. I remember the fear in his eyes as I stood over him, a triumphant smile on my face. With steady hands, I took a scalpel and severed his manhood. As he lay there bleeding out, I forced him to consume his own flesh - a poetic end for a man who believed in consuming women’s souls. His cries of agony still echo in my mind as I watched him die, his eyes locked on mine until the very end. It was both terrifying and exhilarating to hold such power over the one who had brought me so much pain.

But the most bittersweet part of this dream was what came after. In its final moments, I saw myself reunited with Selenia, my precious daughter. She ran into my arms with open arms, her laughter pure and untainted by the horrors of this place. And then… then came the miracle. My belly swelled as I felt life within me again - a healthy baby boy kicking at my insides. Tears streamed down my face as Naomi and Rachel placed their hands on my stomach, our sisterly bond stronger than ever. For the first time since being captured, I felt whole again - a family reunited under the light of hope.