JONDA
I’m losing my mind. I can feel the control over my thoughts slipping away little by little.
I try to fight it but all that brings is pain. Sharp, hot, fiery pain that shoots through my body every time I try to remember who I am.
If I can just hold on to… me.
“Sit Jonda.” He says to me.
I do as I’m told. I look down at myself as I take a seat. Food lines the table but I’m not hungry. I feel sick. When did I change into this white dress? It's not something I would wear.
My arms are bare. Tendrils of black vein like vines climb my arms. I can feel them moving, caressing the muscles beneath my skin. If I fight his commands, they will burn.
“Let me go please,” I say quietly not daring to look at my captor. I mean this physically and mentally. I want him to let go of whatever
