Pain. Searing, all-consuming pain.
Selena’s scream was swallowed by the abyss, the sound ripped from her throat as the cold fingers of the woman in black tightened around her wrist. It wasn’t just a grip—it was something deeper, something insidious. A force that slithered under her skin, coiling through her veins like liquid shadow.
She struggled, kicking, thrashing, but the more she fought, the deeper it sank. The reflections in the mirrors—twisted versions of herself, fractured and terrible—watched with eerie smiles, their silver eyes gleaming with cruel delight.
Selena gasped, her breath hitching as something inside her cracked.
A voice whispered in her ear.
You are ours.
The abyss surged forward, pouring into her like a rushing tide. Memories flashed before her eyes—her childhood
