In a whirlwind of chaos, the woman pursued the intruder, her voice an eerie echo through the dimly lit library. "There's no point in running away," she says with a giggle, her words carrying an uncanny certainty. As if summoned by her command, tendrils of inky blackness emerged as if eager to entrap the hapless reader in their inescapable clutches.
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You watched from the rafters as Shiori gracefully guided the tendrils with her fingers, like a conductor guiding an orchestra through an operatic movement. As if reaching a crescendo, Shiori raises her hands, the tendrils catching the intruder. She lowers one hand straight down while the other follows a zigzag pattern on its way down.
Looking down, you watch in morbid fascination as the intruder is pulled into the inky blackness, making you wonder if this could have been your fate too, if you hadn't been Shiori's 'little helper'. Silence returns to the library once more. Shiori turns to look at you, the concern evident on her face.
She raises the same hand she just used to guide tendrils to drag someone to their doom up toward your cheek, then pauses, drawing back, as if thinking better of it. You look into her golden eyes, and grab her hand.
"Don't worry, I'm not scared of you." She merely smiles in response. Behind it, you can see a slight sadness.
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Shiori and the Novelite
Short StoryShiori is on the hunt for a new Novelite helper, and brings you to her. What will happen next? How will you change? What experiences will you have? This is a story where each chapter is a new prompt response, starting from the very first. I tried to...
