Amara's pov
I tried talking myself out of an impending panic attack as I felt the darkness cave me in and the bathroom suddenly got tighter and tighter.
Amara, I don't think we are at the castle, Cora was responsive now as she had to stay silent to observe the energy of the environment for a while, something is off, and- are you okay?!
I can't breathe, I wheezed clutching tightly to my chest, and before I could explain the situation further, it got more tragic.
I felt a pair of hands wrap around my ankle and I was pulled off the wall and slammed against the tiling of the floor.
I screamed at the pain that coursed through me but no sounds came out. I screamed again and again but there was nothing and I had lost the ability to be audible.
That same laughter sounded again as if mocking
