The feeling of icy cold water splashes you awake.

"Wakey, wakey, my love. I do apologize for the continued use of ice water. However, I grew weary of watching you sleep. I understand a week without rest has done quite the harm to my little dove, but I wouldn't have to do this to you if you didn't continue to deny your love for me." She exclaimed.

"How are the voices? How often do they affect you?" She asked with a small smirk.

'You're so beautiful this way, so perfect'. The voices say.