Lycus's pov
I have had to fight demons all my life to get better but I never knew a day would come when I would have to fight them physically. I groaned as I fisted the sheets, my insides tightened in sheer pain as I struggled against their hold to set myself free, but all was to no avail as usual.
Trapped.
That was how I felt being held down by what seemed like a thousand clamps. I felt caged inwardly, my emotions, my memories, both good and bad crashing down on me making my head hazy and my heart swoon in a bad way.
I tried lifting myself which I knew wouldn't work but either way, I tried. I tried hard but it didn't budge. Seems their hold got stronger. The worse part was that I couldn't see them. I was clamped to the bed by invisible hands unable to move with perspiration running
