My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

I’m infatuated with her. Utterly infatuated. And it wasn’t at a healthy level. Far from it. When I met her, it was as if I had been hit with a ton of bricks. She was *that* beautiful. And the strange thing is, she didn’t even seem to notice. Like it was nothing to her. She was so used to it. And she was warm. So warm. And loving. And witty. So very witty. But the thing is, we didn’t exactly have a normal relationship. For one thing, she was from a different country, and she’s been living with me since she was 19. Now she’s nearly 23, and I’m 42. I met her on a trip to Ukraine when she was 18. She didn’t speak much English, and I don’t speak much Russian, but as strange as this may seem, it didn’t matter. We connected on a base level. And well, she was 18. How did I, a 37 year old man at the time, end up with an 18 year old? I have a lot of money. I was on holiday, and I saw her working at a shop. I was utterly infatuated, as I said. So the next day, I came back, and I offered to take her out to a restaurant. She didn’t even hesitate. I dull recall her asking her boss if she could go, but I’m not sure. I don’t think she had any family. I took her out for a nice dinner. And then we went up to my hotel room. We didn’t have sex, though I very much wanted to, I could tell she was a virgin. Which was utterly arousing. I simply wanted to get to know her. And I did. I took her out for several dinners. I bought her flowers. I grew more and more infatuated with her. I knew I had to have her. I had to take her back home and make her mine. But she was 18. And she had no interest in going to America. And I had no interest in staying in Ukraine. The language barrier was already enough. But I could tell she had no willpower. She didn’t seem to know what she wanted. And she didn’t have anyone to care for her. I could tell that much. And I knew she didn’t have any money. And I was a very wealthy man. I had connections with several government agents in Ukraine. I told her that I’d like her to come back to America with me, and that if she did, I’d give her a very good life. She hesitated for a day or so, but eventually, she agreed. It was quite the smooth process, all things considered. But then again, you can get a lot done when you have money. I bought her a house. I gave her an allowance. I took her on trips. I bought her cars. I showered her in gifts. I took her to nice restaurants. I did everything. And she was completely devoted to me. She did anything I said, whenever I said it. I made her stop working, and I made her stop seeing her friends. And she never complained. I had complete control over her, and I took advantage of it. I took advantage of her in every possible way. I made her do things she didn’t want to do. I made her wear things she didn’t like. I made her let me do things to her that she didn’t enjoy. I remember the first time we had sex. She was scared, but she let me do it anyway. But she was 19 by then, and it was legal, so it didn’t matter. But she was beautiful. So beautiful. I was utterly infatuated. I couldn’t get enough of her body. I had sex with her whenever I could. In every room of the house. In every position. With any objects I could find. But she never said no. Even when I hurt her, she didn’t say anything. She just let me do whatever I wanted. I was so utterly infatuated. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted her all the time. And I got her all the time. And that’s why it was so strange when she started talking in her sleep. Because she never said no, no matter what I did. But when she slept, she started talking. And what she said… It chilled me to my bones. At first, it was just random things. She’d call out for her mother, or her father, in Ukrainian or Russian. I assume they were Slavic words anyway. I didn’t speak either language. But then, she started saying things that were more… disturbing. She’d call out “no” sometimes. Or “stop”. And it was strange, because as I said, she never said no to me. So I was confused. Who was she saying no to? And why was she saying it in her sleep? I tried to brush it off, thinking it was just a random quirk. But the next night, she started saying things that made my blood run cold. “Get off me.” “Get out of me.” “Let me go!” I was frozen. I had no idea what to do. Was she having some kind of nightmare? I tried to wake her up, but she didn’t wake up. She just kept saying those horrible things. And the worst part is, I knew exactly what she meant. I knew that she meant me. And the truth is, she was right. Because I’m a horrible person. I have no remorse for what I do. What I’ve done. I don’t feel bad. But hearing her say those things hurt me deep down inside. It made me feel guilty. It made me feel like I needed to change. But I didn’t want to change. And she didn’t want me to change either. She was happy just the way it was. I was happy just the way it was. We didn’t need to change. And we didn’t need to. So I went to sleep and I forgot all about it. And it’s been about a week since then. She hasn’t talked in her sleep since. And things have been like they were before. I was starting to think I’d never have to deal with that again. But last night, I woke up to the sound of her screaming. “GET OUT OF ME! GET OFF ME! I DON’T LIKE IT! LET ME GO!” I was frozen solid. I didn’t know what to do. What was I supposed to do? I mean, it’s not like she was actually being held down. Or raped. Or anything like that. So why was she saying it? I didn’t know. But I knew I had to wake her up. This wasn’t good. But she thrashed about like a maniac. She was kicking and screaming. And then when I touched her, she let out a blood curdling scream and punched me right in my left eye. It hurt like hell. I jumped back and fell off the bed with a thud. She sat up in bed immediately, looking terrified. “Daniel, what are you doing on the floor? You ok?” I was taken aback. I rubbed my eye, trying to make the pain go away. “Yeah, I’m fine. You just punched me in the fucking eye.” She sighed. “Daniel, my name is Katya.” I stared at her. “What?” “I said my name is Kaaaaatya.” I stood up, dusting myself off. “Yeah, I know that.” “Daniel.” “Yes?” “I think you need to get out.” I stared at her. I had never heard her talk like that before. “Katya, what’s going on with you? Why are you saying these things?” Katya got out of bed and walked out of the room. I shook my head, rubbing my eye. I was going to need an ice pack soon. I looked around the room and realized I had no idea where Katya had gone or what she was doing. That’s when I noticed something. It smelled like Katya had shit in the bed. But I knew that was impossible. Because she would never do anything like that.

My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

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