Five
It’s the same dark cave as before, yet it feels colder this time. I’m only wearing a thin, sheer dress that looks a little like a white shroud. Not something I’d usually wear. And I really hope not something my men would put me in if I was to die.
Tentatively and without much hope of success, I try to step out of the circle. Of course, it doesn’t work. I can’t even move my feet. I’m stuck, just like before.
“This is getting old!” I shout. Inside, I’m scared, but they won’t get to see that. This is a dream, nothing more. Just a stupid nightmare.
“You’re back,” one of the strange inhuman voices whispers to my left. I turn but I can’t see anyone. There’s nothing but the flickering shadows that the candles paint onto the walls.
“Are you willing to talk now?” another asks.
“Has somet
