With a shocked gasp, my entire world went black. I desperately tried to free myself from the claws of whatever had taken me. Nothing was working, all I could do was silently scream and hope death would find me sooner than torture would.
"Twiley," a voice whispered in the dark. It was soft and warm but seemed to hold a deep chill that ran deep into my heart.
I tried to respond, anything would do. Maybe a simple "help" or a gasp of shock? All I could do was lay silent. Not very helpful for my predicament.
"Calm down. It will only worsen if you panic." the voice added, a little more gentle.
"I-" I managed to gasp.
"Hush sweet child." the voice whispered.
I soon heard arguing inside my head, it was pounding and made me sick to my stomach.
The voice that had been talking to me now seemed panicked.
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