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- > you were already awake when Twilight returned the next morning.
- > the lights flick on as she enters, blinding you momentarily as your eyes adjust from the darkness
- > that was probably the worst night of sleep in your life
- > sleeping on the floor is hard enough, sleeping with your hands shackled behind you as well? Near impossible
- > the fact you had no idea what Twilight planned to do to you certainly didn’t help
- > your back is completely stiff and your shoulders are cramped
- > your gag has grown a foul taste and absorbed all the moisture in your mouth, leaving it dry and leathery
- > as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, you see her levitating a plate, a glass of water, and a bucket behind her
- > she stops in the middle of the room and floats the three items over to you
- > the plate had a small loaf of bread on it, and the charred remains of a small fish. The bucket was empty
- > how were you supposed to eat with your hands bound and your mouth gagged?
- > you feel your manacles become weightless behind you, and your right hand pops free
- > your gag is undone, and floats away
- > you immediately snatch the glass and begin gulping down the water
- > it’s warm and not very refreshing, but it’s still water.
- > the glass is drained far more quickly than you would have liked, but you move on to the food
- > you pick up the small loaf of bread and bite into it
- > it’s stale and tasteless, you can also see a few patches of mold on the surface
- > the fish isn’t any better. It was never cleaned and the outside is burnt black
- > working around the bones you find a few edible patches, you wish you still had some water to wash away the taste
- > finishing your meager meal, you realize you have an immense need to alleviate yourself
- > you haven’t had the opportunity to go to the bathroom since you arrived here
- > the purpose of the empty bucket quickly becomes clear
- > you wish twilight would give you some privacy while you do your business but alas, she does not
- > after you finish, twilight levitates the bucket, plate and glass away
- > the gag floats back over, and is forced back into your mouth, filling with that foul taste
- > your right arm is pulled back behind you, and your wrist is snapped back into the manacles
- > “lets begin.” Twilight says, sitting herself down in the center of the room, well beyond the reach of your chain
- > the time you feared is upon you. what was she planning to do? Torture? Experiments? Dissection?
- > her horn becomes surrounded by a purple aura as she closes her eyes in concentration
- > you cringe and turn away, expecting some horrible fate
- > but after several seconds, nothing seems to happen
- > you turn back to Twilight, she still sitting there with her eyes closed, horn aglow
- > was she preparing something? Maybe it wasn’t working. You certainly don’t feel anyth-
- > wait
- > you feel something in the back of your mind, just on the border of your subconscious
- > you might just be imagining it…
- > No, it’s definitely there
- > It’s some sort of presence, slowly growing in the back of your head
- > Dammit, it was her! She’s in your mind!
- > You focus your will, trying to force her out of your thoughts
- > She lashes out with your own mind, and the two of you become locked in a battle of wills
- > you put up the best defense you can muster, but she’s slowly and inevitably working past it, forcing herself deeper into your brain
- > there’s nothing you can do as she begins to access the contents of your mind
- > your thoughts become filled with images and memories as she delves deeper into your consciousness
- > some of your earliest memories flash before you
- > your parents
- > your brother
- > your home
- > she doesn’t pay much attention to them, only giving each memory a quick glance before moving on to the next
- > your first birthday party
- > your first day of school
- > your first friend
- > your- no,
- > not that one
- > you don’t get that one
- > you clench your eyes shut and bite down hard on your gag, focusing all your will on shielding that one particular memory
- > for a moment you force her away, regaining control of your thoughts
- > she quickly recuperates and attacks again, her will colliding into yours with the strength of a freight train
- > your defense is smashed and brushed aside as she begins reading the memory you fought to protect
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