Tim awoke, but it wasn't in Victorias' cell. He was in a white room, not the padded cell, but a bright white room, well, it would've been white if it wasn't for the red splatered around. Blood. Tim stood, he checked himself for wounds. Nothing. That's odd. Tim thought, then he spotted something, cloth, in a pool of blood. He picked it up and examined it. It wasn't his, but it looked familiar. It was Victorias'. He looked around for her, nothing. Nothing but blood and shredded clothing. Tim began to panic. No, no, no, no. He thought. This can't be. He kept looking around, until he spotted a red sillouette.
The red sillouette morphed into a women, but it wasn't Victoria, it wasn't Rachel, it wasn't anybody he recognized. She was soaked in blood and nude. Tim tried to move, he couldn't, he tried harder. He could see his muscles flexing, but not responding, the female moved closer. Tim began to sweat, the room getting hotter with every step she took. She came within inches of his face.
"You're mine now." She wispered, she kissed him.
Tim woke up with a gasp. He was sweating, he was still in Victorias' bed. He was breathing heavily, but the sight of her still in one peice comforted him, he lay back down and looked up at the cieling. He breathing began to relax.
<spoiler=OOC>God, that took a long time to type.