Liora
No amount of brute force and screaming would work.
This prison seemed to only get more fortified—burying me deeper and deeper, dragging me to a place where I could never see light again—by my despair and fear, the bars keeping me locked were pulsating with a dark energy trying to repel me. It wanted me weakened, craved pure terror and despair. It was nothing sure of desperation to have your body being controlled by a creature so powerful and corrupted.
Never in my stupid existence would I have imagined something like this happening. I had accidentally brought people into my dreams, I had shared my consciousness with dying animals, feeling their pain and death, but never thought that such vile creature would use this new power I was—half accidentally, half forcefully—given agains
