Wakey Wakey

John opened the door slightly, leaving only a small strip of light across the dark floor. In all honesty, the scene looked more of that of a horror movie when John was standing there in the doorway with a cloth in his hand, watching over the unknowing sleeping body of Pocahontas on the bed. The only thing missing was the frost and the creaking wooden floors, and everything would be set and ready for filming.
John slowly walked closer to the bed, getting a better look at her. She looked so innocent, so calm, so peaceful... she was completely oblivious to the fact that her sweet sleep was about to be abrupted in a rude and cruel manner.
The covers had obviously been too warm for her while she was still dressed, as she had kicked them off herself. The covers were now just covering her right foot as her left foot was hanging outside of the edge of the bed. So was her right arm.
In all honesty she looked clumsy, but in a cute and silly way. In a way that made it impossible for John not to smile the tiniest. His smile, however, quickly faded as he remembered why he was here in the first place.
He softly laid his hand upon her foot, the one that was hanging outside of the bed, and yanked it.
She fell to the floor immidiatly, quickly waking up disorientated, confused, scared and hurt.
She was just about to scream when John quickly laid the cloth over her mouth. Just a few seconds of struggling and she would be uncounscious.
Just a few more seconds...

Pocahontas was sleeping soundly, enjoying the dream she was having.

She was with her village, and her father again..

Pocahontas was suddenly awakened, being pulled out of the bed. The pain in her stomach struck her hard, she looked up at John, confused and half asleep, and worse of all; Scared..She went to scream, but, her scream was suddenly muffled by the cloth around her mouth. Even then, she tried to scream more, her eyes staring up at John; Fear struck..Her hands tried to get the cloth off, but, she couldn't..She was too weak, the tears streamed down her face, struggling hard to get away..Though, her struggling, and her muffled screams weakened when she grew unconscious, making her hands fall to her side, and her eyes close...

I hate you.. Was the last thing she thought to herself, hating how this man had treated her..