𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿

35.. a choir from hell

The realization sent chills down their spines, and the sense of foreboding deepened.

Frypan swallowed hard. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who's creeped out as hell right now."

"Yeah, like stop with the chanting, dude. Communication is key around here." Harriet said in concern.

The chanting continued, growing louder and more intense.

Minho clenched his jaw, his eyes shifting around the cavern, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. "Something tells me these things aren't interested in communication."

Thomas swallowed hard, his grip on his gun growing tighter. "Then what are they interested in?"

As if in answer to his question, a sudden and violent shake rocked the cavern, causing rocks to fall around them. The voices' chanting reached a fever pitch.

The unexpected shaking sent the team stumbling, trying to maintain their balance.

Harriet quickly steadied herself, shouting over the din, "I think a better question is how many of them are there?!"

As the ominous choir reached a fever pitch, a sudden transformation began to unfold.

The team found themselves unable to avert their eyes as a strange, mesmerising light enveloped them, and each member of the team slowly began to fall under the influence of the sirens.

As the light enveloped her, Thèrèse felt a strange sensation wash over her, and she found herself unable to resist.

Step by step, she moved towards the railing, her movements almost trance-like.

Her mind was filled with a strange sense of detachment, like she was watching herself from a distance, unable to stop her own actions.

She leaned over the railing, her eyes fixated on the endless abyss below, the voices around her echoing in her ears.

As she leaned over the rail, a soft whisper infiltrated her mind. It was a woman's voice, sweet yet unsettling, speaking directly to her.

"Embrace the darkness, embrace the abyss."

The voice continued to whisper in her ear, its words wrapping around her mind like a silky web. "Let go... give in... the abyss awaits."

"Surrender to me... give in to the abyss... and I will guide you into the depths of darkness where you truly belong."

Thèrèse' resistance weakened further, her mind struggling to cling onto her own willpower.

The voice's tone was now more insistent, its words dripping with a dark, seductive allure.

"You crave release, don't you? Surrender yourself to me... and I will show you the abyss that your soul truly desires."

The female siren appeared before Thèrèse, now visible, and moved towards her with deliberate, calculated steps.

Her form was human-like, but there was an otherworldy quality to her. Her skin was pale and luminescent, and her eyes held a wicked glimmer.

The female siren stopped a few feet from Thèrèse, her gaze fixed upon her. "You're mine now," she whispered, a sly smile playing on her lips.

The female siren reached out a hand, her fingers brushing against Thèrèse's cheek with a tender touch.

"You're mine," she repeated, her voice softer yet more authoritative.

As the other members of the group fell under the control of the sirens, each was tormented by their own personal demons.

The female siren haunting Thèrèse continued to hover nearby, her presence a constant, oppressive force.