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His voice dripped with malevolence. “Come now, it’s so much more fun when you fight.”
The grin on his face promised pain and torment, and I knew I couldn’t let him catch me.
I turned on my heels and sprinted, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor.
The air was thick with tension and adrenaline, my senses on high alert.
My ears strained for any sounds of pursuit.
I darted toward a corner of the cell and tried to put as much distance between us as possible.
I could hear the echo of his boots as he stepped toward me, laughing maniacally. “That’s more like it.”
I tried to meditate, to find focus… but how could I do that with this creature groping toward me?
Panic gripped me, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
The tang of old machinery and lubricants filled the air, reminding me just how out of my element I truly was.
Suddenly, a dead-end loomed before me, leaving me trapped.
I pressed my back against the cold wall, desperately searching for an escape route, any way out.
But there was none.
His shadow swelled and consumed me.
“Gotcha,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving mine.
My heart was a frantic drumbeat, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Every fiber of my being screamed at me to flee, to fight, to do something.
But in that moment, all I could do was stand frozen, waiting for the inevitable.
Sneik reached out, fingers caressing my face in a twisted mockery of a lover’s touch.
His cold touch sent shivers down my spine.
I could feel the rough texture of his skin against mine, the gentleness of his fingers.
Leaning in, his intent clear, he tried to kiss me.
I turned my face away, revulsion surging through me.
His hot breath brushed against my cheek, and I gathered all my strength, shoving him with every ounce of power I had left.
He stumbled back, momentarily caught off guard.
Seizing the opportunity, I made a mad dash for it, but Sneik was quick on my heels.
The distance between us closed rapidly, and just as I felt his fingers graze my arm, the most unexpected sound echoed through the corridors — a gentle, sweet tweeting.
Confusion painted Sneik’s face, his concentration broken for a split second.
That sound, so out of place in this grim environment, was the last thing I expected to hear.
The tweeting grew louder, a beacon of hope in the midst of darkness.
