We could both feel his blood burning in my veins and Amy moaned, wanting more, leaving me to gain the advantage. I focused all my thoughts on pulling my hands free of him in order to get away from hell, and was elated when I felt them respond to my command. As I liberated my hands, Satan grabbed my right wrist so I couldn’t leave. I twisted and struggled within his grip, trying to release myself.
“I think it’s time for you to sleep, Helena,” he said.
“No,” I yelled, but his hand was already on my forehead.
I thought he would send my mind to the abyss, where I wouldn’t hear or see anything. Instead I was able to comprehend everything that was going on around me. It was a bit like being in a mental straitjacket.
“Can’t you get rid of her?” Amy pleaded “She’s driving me insane.”
“You, my
