She felt like she was falling in a pit of quicksand, sinking faster and
faster. Each cry that echoed from her lips resounded off the walls and were
lost. It was her room in her apartment, but it was not. Rianne's cell phone
lay partially shattered under the bed. It continued ringing. Still, the
figure did not move.
An arm tried to reach out to the phone but stuck in mid air. The arm did not
move from the body. A man's voice cackled in the darkness. Rianne did not
hear him but willed her voice to grow stronger and break free of the bond.
Even her power of telekinesis was useless. She could not move and every
image she saw was of death and despair, her death. Her head was half covered
in blood and parts of the left side of her body were gone. Maggots crawled
on her skin. Rianne shuddered or would have if she could focus on the
images. She sank faster and started to gag as her breathing became shallower
from the quicksand inhaled.
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