16. Already in Progress
Ben
I fought against the grasping hands that kept coming back for me.
“Stop it! I don’t want to, Madison, I don’t want to—”
“It’s me!” That voice. So familiar. But I knew I couldn’t trust it. “It’s Mina. You’re safe. Sort of. But it is me.”
I scratched at the slime suffocating me. It had gone soft in places where it had formed sharp, digging hooks a moment ago, and I had to get rid of it before it changed back.
The hands tried to restrain me again when I reached up to scrape the slime from my eyes. I wrenched myself away from them, backing up until a jagged edge of broken glass dug into my back.
“Careful,” the same voice warned.
I couldn’t see.
When my fingers finally reached my face, half of the reason for that came flooding back to me.
Gasping in the fet
