Ophelia

Chapter seventeen - part one - : ~ A deal with the devil~

Dedicated to @LadyMichaeliss

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Ophelia Rivers POV

My whole body was shaking,cold tears run down my eyes. I was scared to death. I couldn't feel my feet, every single part of my bag of bones was numb.

Fear...

Fear coursed through my body like a virus, spreading in my core, halting my breath then releasing it and hastening my heart beats..
It wrapped around my brain, choking me by the lungs and leaving me heaving up and down.

Color drained out my face, all i could sense were the freezing cold tears that dropped from my fearful eyes and the shadow shifting behind me.

Fear...

The green mist swirled around me.
I've come to recognize that whenever this damned light shows up, something unnatural occurs. Either the peculiar feminine voice i hear, or the shadow.

A salty tear reached the edge of my mouth which caused my tongue to, instinctively, drape out and dry it off.

The hissing sound of the shadow came again.

Bringing both my hands to my mouth, i sobbed.

" eGO voluntas adepto vos " the familiar croaky disembodied voice grated my ears.

I tried to scream but failed miserably.

Oh god...

Zach? Emma ?

I mentally shouted for rescue.

Katarina ? Tyler?

I couldn't voice a word.
My vocal chords were strained and tied by some invisible thread.

" ibi no effugium " the seething gravelly voice resonated in my ears.

Wasn't it talking English just a while ago saying it was my worst nightmare ?

Who could it be?

" Aaaaahh, inmorior "

The scary words got me locked to my place.

What is it saying?

For all i know, it could be some black magic words or some spell.
The shadow sure hates me, for a reason i totally ignore.

Who is hiding behind the cloak?

So many things i need to know but I'm too afraid to even open my mouth.

" Inmorior... " the seething ringed in the room, and the raspy voice penetrated my head.

Somehow, in the back of my mind, i knew that his words were threats. Even though he was talking in a complete foreign language, my instincts alarmed me that i should act before something bad happens to me.

Ummm..first I'll ask him if he can speak english.

You can't be serious right now!
You're pretty deep in trouble in this ducking secret room, alone, freaking out and here you are thinking about asking 'your worst nightmare ' whether he can speak english...
You're nuts.You better gather yourself and round up your courage to get out of this.

Yes, yes, conscience i know.

" I can hear your thoughts pretty girl...eGO potest loqui anglicus..."