"All you have to do is say yes," a voice hissed into the boys mind. "Her power could be yours. It all could be yours!"
The boy shook his head, his shaggy hair moving out of place. Tears burned his vision. He was scared. He didn't want to do this. A hand grabbed the boy's throat, and threatened to squeeze. The boy bit back his terrified scream. If he said yes, it could cause so much trouble. Except, he was young. He just wanted to live.
The boy didn't know how he had ended up in a black room, where he could see nothing. He couldn't feel anything except his own shuddering body, and he couldn't hear anything except his heart pumping. Maybe that's why he was so scared. He was alone, except for the thoughts inside his head. He just wanted to run from his own mind.
"Yours, yours, yours," the voice inside his head said. It was so convincing, and so evil. If he said no, he would die right now. He knew that. The voice inside his head would shut off his body, and his heart would stop.
He would die slowly.
He would die alone.
He just wanted his mother, and his father, and his cat, Whiskers. If he said yes, he could go back to that. He wanted to be normal.
"Yes."
There was a painful burning inside of his head, and he screamed out. It felt like his brain was expanding, and it was too much pain. No eight year old boy should feel such pain and fear. Tears slipped down his face, and he knew he was going to die.