The lights grew dim, and Lannie whimpered again. It wasn't her helplessness that caused so much distress or fear, but the knowledge that the thing was coming back. She was bound to the chair - physically and magically. Sweat began to roll down her forehead as she awaited the worst.
The room shook, from some unknown force, and Lannie shivered, the goosebumps rising painfully from her skin. Clammy, she desperately clenched and relaxed her fingers - it was all that she could do under the magical restraints. She just needed a spark. One spark. A single spark of magic to at least, numb her senses for a while. Not to escape, but to relieve. Then the pain might just be bearable. Just.
Laughter, as clear as day rang through the room. Tearing itself out of her throat involuntarily, a scream made its presence known. It was a scream of panic, and elation, and all sorts of emotion she could not have fanthomed. But to whom did the scream belong to? Ah, that is the question, ain't it~
The devil was evil. But the devil was also a little girl. Or it could've have been a horned man for all she cared and knew. She knew so little nowadays. Other than the constant fear of being consumed by fear and giving in to the devil. But was the devil, the devil? Or was it just another trick? Or was it truly the devil?
Does one ever truly know?
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Wonderfully dark, don't you think? Practicing for a Halloween thing I want to do with my friends, haha~
