Somehow the deuce malice loved you.. more then you ever knew, so he let you come over to his home, a not to bad apartment for the 1800 hundreds, yet you could see broken glass from mirrors on the floor... making up for how his hands were so scared

you laid in bed with him, happily as he snuggled into you... yet you didn't know how the night was going to go..

"n-no.. please... don't leave me... i-i.. been good... please... not this"

he was panicked... still sleeping.. his body in sweat.. and shaking... he was having a nightmare.. his bare chest was rising up and down quickly (as his body was covered in scars) you never saw him like this... yet what would you, no what could you even do..