The Entity Chosen.

Chapter 11

The fog began to thicken, curling around the survivors as the trial's familiar chill settled over them. Liriyal's heart sank, her pulse quickening with dread. She knew the Entity was furious; she could feel its wrath seething within her, a dark storm gathering strength. It pulled at her, yanking her like a puppet on strings, dragging her away from her friends as they scattered into the fog to find cover from whoever the killer was this trial. This time, she knew exactly where it was taking her, and a sickening fear settled deep within her chest.

Her feet moved against her will, carrying her down the familiar path toward the basement. The stairwell loomed before her, steep and shadowed, and as she descended, the Entity's laughter echoed through her mind, mocking, dripping with dark satisfaction. She reached the bottom, her body tense, every nerve alive with fear. The silence in the basement was suffocating, the air thick with the Entity's presence.

Then, with a sudden, violent force, the Entity wrenched itself from her body, and she crumpled to the ground, gasping, feeling the weight of its absence. She barely had a moment to recover before it began speaking, its voice low and venomous, filling the dark space with its fury.

"You continue to defy me, Liriyal," it sneered, each word laced with anger. "But I warned you, didn't I? This is your punishment."

Liriyal scrambled to her feet, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She tried to climb the stairs, her fingers scraping against the cold, rough stone as she struggled upward. Her heart raced, desperation propelling her forward. "Please... help!" she cried out, hoping — praying — that someone would hear her. "Meg! Dwight! Please, I'm down here!"

But the Entity's laughter filled the room, dark and resonant. "They can't hear you, Liriyal. They are nothing to me. This is between us." Its voice echoed with a cruel amusement, savoring her helplessness, her isolation.

Just as she reached the first step, it surged forward, slamming back into her body with brutal force. Pain lanced through her, sharp and unrelenting, and she cried out, her body twisting as the Entity's presence filled her, deeper and more aggressive than before. It withdrew only to repeat the torture, each time more punishing, more violent, her cries growing weaker as she tried and failed to escape its hold.

The Entity's fury poured into her, a relentless flood of darkness that clawed at her mind. "You will learn, Liriyal," it hissed. "This resistance, this pathetic will of yours — I will crush it. And when I am done, there will be nothing left of you."

Her voice was barely a whisper, broken and desperate. "Please... please stop."

The Entity laughed, a dark, guttural sound that reverberated through her very soul. "Stop? Oh, Liriyal... I will stop when you open yourself to me, when you give in completely. Until then, this pain is your reality. Now, open up."

Her lips trembled, but she kept them pressed shut, fighting the command with the last shreds of her will. Angered by her defiance, the Entity surged forward again, the agony crashing over her, relentless. Her knees buckled, her vision blurring, her voice breaking into desperate sobs.

"You know this is what you want," the Entity taunted, each word slipping through her mind like poison. "Open it, let me in, and the suffering will end. Submit, Liriyal. Give yourself to me, and I will stop this suffering."

Weakened and desperate, her lips finally parted, a faint whisper of defeat escaping her as she surrendered. The Entity wasted no time, pressing forward, filling her mouth with its dark, invasive presence. She felt it slide down her throat, thick and oily, spreading through her with a sickening sense of finality. Its darkness seeped into every part of her, settling beneath her skin, curling around her bones, sinking into her very soul. disappearing completely inside of her.

The sensation was overwhelming, a heavy, oppressive weight that blanketed her thoughts, snuffing out the last embers of her will. She could feel it crawling through her mind, winding its way into her memories, her fears, her very identity, drowning everything beneath its presence. Her own thoughts faded, her mind clouded by the Entity's control, every fragment of resistance slipping away.

And as it settled deeper, rooting itself within her, she realized with a hollow ache that there was nothing left to fight. She was its vessel, empty and obedient, her will extinguished, her defiance nothing more than a memory.

The Entity's voice coiled through her mind, a satisfied whisper. "You are mine, Liri."

Her gaze grew vacant, her body relaxed, entirely under the Entity's command. And as the basement grew silent once more, she knew that her fight was over — and she belonged, completely and irrevocably, to the Entity.

maybe I should stop referencing supernatual scenes. I feel horrible LOL