“You’re mine, Saria.” He whispered. As if hearing my thoughts. He angled up to grip the top of the stockade. Using it to pull himself forward and pressing the back of my body down until I thought he’d snap my spine or pierce from my stomach. But my body was somehow constructed in a way that it could survive his brutality.
He knew what he could do to me, that would make me feel destroyed without having outward effects.
He’ll harm me just to the point of killing me.
“We’re here.” The little voices rose. “With you. Focus on us.”
I tried to do what they said but the sense of hands on me and the strength of someone invading my body made it a struggle.
“Focus...” They whispered in tiny voices that sounded like far off bells ringing in my ears so loud I wondered if he could hear it.
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