A distant keening pierces the air, sounding very far away. The cries are deeper than my own, thick with grief and pain more complex than the sheer fright in my own panicked screams.
“Leon,” A deep voice, tinged with concern, joins the terrible sounds. “It’s too much.”
“Just a little more.” A second voice, floating above me, replies. “We’re so close.”
I have no idea where these sounds are coming from, and the priests don’t seem to hear them at all. They continue with their task with single-minded focus, and i’m nothing more than a pawn in their game – tiny and helpless to stop them.
I’m thrust onto the floor and pinned down. The first priest restrains my wrists while the other sits on my kicking legs, pulling his tool bag to his side. He extracts a shimmering silk cloth, it’s pearlesce
