A familiar pair of long fingers wrap around my neck, holding me in the air for all she can. I gasp for breath as my fingers tingle; Bright white, golden, and purple sparks fly in the air while I pry my way through the wretched power of her mighty grip. "Genna!" I plead, "Stop!"
Genna digs deeper and deeper; her purple veins darken along her forearm. The once calm blue in her eyes disappears along with perfect skin. She appears almost sickly and pale.
"Genna!" I gasp as her wrist twists and turn.
The more I plead, the tighter she pulls. The more I fight, the stronger she becomes, just like the Mandolia' beneath the sea. I almost give up, allowing her to win as the last bit of air burns beneath her red painted claws, but something yearns deep within me. Something that has waited too lo
