100 word fic
Strade belongs to @gatobob
WARNINGS: This piece involves flashbacks and PTSD regarding a situation where the character was tortured and that torture is as vividly described. Reader insert, so be careful!
You wake up screaming. Your sheets are soaking and your pulse pounds in your ears. You reach out for the machete you always keep by your bedside now and you steady your breathing. It was just a dream.
Strade can’t hurt you anymore. He’s not here. You killed him and you got away.
Flashes of the dream, memories, rise up to haunt you. The feeling of a drill bit in your foot and the look on his face as he fingered the hole that was left. The feeling of him teasing you with the blade of his knife. The pain.