Chapter 59
Bianca's pov
"Goooo..."
I heard a gothic voice coming from the corner of the room.
I turned sharply toward it, but the voice shifted to the other side.
Muttering—then, slowly, it turned into laughter.
Yet a gothic one.
It diffused all over the tiny coven.
It feels as though I'm stuck.
I tried to stretch my leg, but I couldn’t.
I still feel rooted to the same spot—uncomfortable.
"Show yourself!!!"
I yelled at the voice that refused to die down.
What exactly am I?
Who's tormenting me?!
It laughed again, louder than the first... then it cut—
As if ceased by a knife.
"Wh... who are you?"
I found myself stuttering instead of speaking.
I felt a chill all over me.
Then it dawned—the voice was now like an image, very close to me.
The coldness was eerie.
"Ohh, how I
