I think I'll just leave this here...
You have entered my heart, milady…
She thought she heard something. Then again, it might have been just the wind.
Now I shall enter… your mind.
This was certainly not the wind. That was a cat's voice; though like no one she's ever hear before – low, dastardly, and guttural
Betray me not, milady…
The voice was getting closer: there was no doubting it. She heard purring, too. Evil purring. She strained her eyes in hopes to see through the blackness, but it was too dark for even her to see through.
For then… I shall be…
It was coming. She didn't know what "it" was, but she knew something was about to happen. She tried to brace herself, but found her unable to move, almost as if someone was pressing down on her. She felt a paw on her mouth, although she could not see a soul. She tried to scream, but it was absorbed into the black ether that lay out before her. She felt something touch her neck. Something long and wet – almost like a tongue. She was about to let out another scream of anguish when the ether suddenly spoke a single word.
…Unkind
She felt claws digging into her skin, drawing blood and sending a piercing jolt of pain throughout her entire body. She felt teeth chomping away at her. She saw flashes of a demonic grin and she heard laughing. She felt something long, slimy, and warm touching her from behind. But this wasn't the shadow's tongue. It was something else. The unseen specter forced her over, held her face down, legs parted, as she felt the mystery extremity get closer…and closer…
Don't fight it, my dear… we've not even begun yet.
This voice… what was it saying now? Fight what? Begin what?
This is what you really want.
No. No no no, this isn't what she wants.
You've been waiting for this.
She tries to scream, but is once again stifled by an unseen force.
This is your destiny… young Jemima.
It knows her name. How does it know her name? With one final breath, she let out a shriek that pierced through the darkness. She awoke to find herself alone in her den. It was all a dream, she said to herself, it was just a dream.
She would've been alright. She would've been able to convince herself. She would've been able to…
…Had it not been for the teeth marks in her flesh.
