Jess and Isabel
Jess couldn't take it anymore. She looked around at her dream self. He was working on Isabel now, so she was alone. This was the subconscious representation of her physical self. But it was still happening. Jess saw her bruised and battered Dream body. He hair was tangled up, she had cuts and scratches around her face, and as for the rest of her body. . . Well, they didn't call it dream rape for nothing. Sobbing quietly, Jess just gave up, she couldn't. Suddenly, Isabel appeared at her side, not looking much better.
"Don't give up, Jessi, we'll get out of here, I'm sure of it!" But Jess didn't respond, she was. . . broken.