"Stop."
The word came like like a rustle of leaves over rocks, or the scraping of scales against treebark.
She craned her head as best she could, and saw the creatures scampering away to the corners of the room. She couldn't see the mysterious speaker, but she could feel him, or It. The sound of flowing oil and gnats came from the well. She closed her eyes...
"Focus, bitch. Think this through." She thought, yet every single thought dissolved into madness. Still, she struggled. Her muscles strained against the restraints. She knew only three things. One: She was trapped. Two: She could hurt them. Three: The only possible way out of this was to rapidly get UN-TRAPPED so she could hurt them more and escape.
"They will not harm you, or anything else...unless I wish them to." The voice that she could almost smell said to her. She heard whatever it was slip from the well and plop to the floor like a egg cracking and oozing out of its shell.
"Then let me go." She said, regretting it instantly. It sounded like a plea, not like a cry of battle, a declaration of strength. She felt warmth on her legs, and between her legs. The sensation of oily bubbles sliding against her bare skin caused her to lift her head and see what was upon her.
Her eyes went wide...
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