I was back in the dark room. Oh god, why was I back in the dark room?
At least this time I was able to move my arms. The rest of my body was still attached to the same chair I was in last time, but it was a light improvement. I whirled my arms around, trying to find something, anything, near me, but I couldn’t even feel the chair I was attached to. It was like my arms had been transported into a completely different, empty place.
“Mine.” I heard the word, a light whisper this time, coming from far in front of me. I immediately shot my hands in that direction, grasping at nothing. There was a light shuffling noise to my right side, so I tried to follow it with my hand, but whatever it was seemed to be too fast for me.
“I’m sorry,” I cried out. “I don’t know what you want!”
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“I told you,” the voice hissed directly into my ear. I jumped, and my hand immediately jumped up to grab at whatever was talking, but again I felt nothing but dead air. “I told you to leave him alone!”
“I don’t know who,” I started to argue, but a sharp chill running up my back stopped my voice. IT started near my tailbone, travelling up quickly until it reached my shoulder - the same shoulder that it had grabbed last time. In the dream, my shoulder was a lot more sore than it was in real life, as though the injured flesh was still present. Hands, or maybe talons, crossed against the shredded skin before pressing down again.
“You must leave,” it said, its knife-like fingers cutting new patches of skin to ribbons. I tried to keep from screaming at the pain, but it was a battle I was losing. “Run, and never look back. Leave him to me!”
“I can’t…do that,” I panted, and felt the hand grip harder.
“You must, or you will die for it!” the thing warned. Even without seeing it, I could sense it moving closer to me. Though I couldn’t see the creature, I imagined it looking like the creatures in horror movies, with hollowed out eyes and gaping holes where mouths used to be. “I will kill you for it.”
“I can’t,” I said again through gritted teeth.
I felt one sharp point of a talon press into my back, just heavily enough for a light trickle of blood to spring forth. “Then I’ll make you.”