Part 13

Beka's POV

The darkness is starting to fade. That's good. Although I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it at bay. They seem to like me best when I'm unconscious. I don't even know who they are. Why am I here? What do they want from me? Nothing good, I don't think.

Why are they doing this to me? I couldn't see them all that well but I know I never saw anything like them before. This is bad, very bad for me I know. I have to get out of here. But how? I'm totally helpless and I'm not used to that. I have to do something. Trouble is, I have no idea what.

I groan and start to try to move. I turn my head and that's when I see it. I know what it is, even if I can't see as well as I normally can.

One of those things has something of mine in its hand. Oh, by the Divine! It's my arm. They cut it off. I don't have it anymore. What kind of creatures have me? And what else are they going to do to me? I can't take it anymore. This time they don't have to force the blackness upon me; it comes of its own accord. And I can't say that I really mind.