Living a Nightmare

It's dark. Something is touching your leg. Something is hurting your arm.
It's dark. A familiar but strange voice is whispering. But the only thing you can hear is the ringing in your ears. You are shaking. You are trying to fight back.
It's dark. You close your eyes, wanting to disappear.

They woke up drenched in sweat. They were breathing heavily, trying to ground themselves. The clock was eerily counting seconds as they were recounting the horrors they just went through. It felt real. But they knew these weren't their memories. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick- or were they?