The Cursed Night
"Stupid whore, while you are in the animal form. You have no control over yourself, your mere existence is under my total control. You will submit at the end. Sooner you accept it, the better."
You gather your meagre willpower: "I won't!"
The pure agony rises to the point that you can't discern absolutely anything around you, everything is pure misery blocking your senses.
Time stands still for you submerged in a pit of pure darkness; you struggle to catch a glimpse of your own hands or touch your body. But nothing, except the stabbing pain clenching its claws on every inch of your body. You don't even have a voice to scream.
You gather your meagre willpower: "I won't!"
The pure agony rises to the point that you can't discern absolutely anything around you, everything is pure misery blocking your senses.
Time stands still for you submerged in a pit of pure darkness; you struggle to catch a glimpse of your own hands or touch your body. But nothing, except the stabbing pain clenching its claws on every inch of your body. You don't even have a voice to scream.