The nightmares never ended. No matter what she did. They wouldn’t stop.
She could feel her under her skin, flowing in her bloodstream. Burning her like a sweet poison. Twisting and clutching her talons around her throat, stealing her precious air. She couldn’t even process a coherent thought through that pretty little skull of hers anymore. Her hands ached with need to touch her, to feel her on her own flesh.
All thoughts vanished from her mind except pure terror. She could feel the blood in her veins turn ice, fear running so violently through her body she could vomit. The cold floor pressed up against her back offered no comfort, only increasing the damned feeling of utter helplessness. She was a deer and the woman dragging her feet in a slow walk towards her was the tiger.
