Fear grips Ada’s heart as she realizes the true intentions of Malachai and his companions. The old man’s twisted smile sends a shiver down her spine, and she instinctively takes a step back, her eyes darting around for any means of escape. The air in the room grows heavy, suffocating as if the darkness itself is closing in on her.
Two burly men, with eyes as cold as ice, move closer, cutting off her exit and leaving her trapped. Ada’s mind races, searching for a way to defend herself or find a weakness in her captor, but panic threatens to overwhelm her.
“You’re not going anywhere, dearest.” Malachai sneers, his voice dripping with malice. “You and I are going to have a little… get-together.”
Ada’s heart is about to burst from fear. She reaches out for the plants and the birds out of instinct. Why is this happening? He was such a sweet man before. One of the henchmen lunges forward, grabbing her arms in a tight grip. She struggles against his hold, but his strength is overpowering.
“No!” Let me go!” Ada pleads choking on her words. Sobs burst out as her desperation proves hopeless.
Malachai chuckles darkly, relishing in her terror. “Don’t worry dearest, we won’t harm you. Not right away. We need you alive for what comes next.”
Ada’s mind races, trying to make sense of his cryptic words. What does he want with her? And why does he need her alive? Worse, death is a consideration. The reality zaps the strength from her legs. She tries to use the momentum of her fall to pry free from the man’s grip but he holds her as easily as if she were a small child. She can’t just let them, her mind churns from fury to chaos. She reaches down deep inside herself to unleash whatever fight remains.
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“No! She screams, her voice trembling. “I won’t let you do this!”
Malachai’s face contorts with rage as he slams his fist down on the table, causing the tea to spill and shattering the cup. “You don’t have a choice.” He booms. “Your powers will be our salvation, and we will drain every last ounce of it from your bones.”
As the henchmen tighten their grip, preparing to subdue her further, Ada’s mind races for a glimmer of hope. She knows that escaping their clutches won’t be easy, but she refuses to surrender without a fight. She gathers her strength, drawing upon the very essence of life that courses through her veins.
In a surge of defiance, Ada summons her powers, unleashing a burst of energy that engulfs the room. The walls warp and the table flips on its top rolling the burning candle across the floor. The old man and the Henchmen are flung back. Ada feels weak, her legs wobble beneath her but she shoves forward toward the door as the room swoons around her.
She has a fleeting chance to escape. She feels as if she could collapse on her face, but she clenches her teeth and pumps her arms. She stretches forth her fingers desperate for the plants to reach back toward her. To exchange strength. To loan her the light. Her eyes are blurry with tears and the sound of her feet striking the boards compress her temples.
As her foot strikes the threshold, a powerful force knocks her off course. She slaps her face off the doorframe and tastes blood as she tumbles back. The strange force pins her to the ground like a blanket of sand.
Malachai walks over, standing triumphantly over her, his eyes filled with delight. “Dearest, I knew you were one of them.” He hisses through bloodstained teeth. “Yet you surprise me.”