Eleven
I’m trapped inside my house. I try to open a doorway to get outside, to breathe fresh air, but something keeps my hand from writing the spell. Even my legs feel like they’re stuck in syrupy thickness, unable to move. The walls start sliding toward me. My chest tightens and panic sucks all the air from my lungs. I struggle to breathe as the walls come closer, closer, closer, transforming into the bars of a cage. A scream climbs up my throat but can’t seem to make its way out of my mouth. I drop to my knees and curl in on myself as the bars form a cage around me.
I’m hanging above the black water again. I remember escaping earlier after I tricked a man into opening my cage. I showed him an image of his master, the scary Unseelie prince, telling him to let me out. I ran through the o
