Helena’s limbs began moving against her will, like a puppet manipulated across a stage. Her legs bent, lifted, weight shifting, step, another step. She fought against it, tensing, but it only made her bones feel like they’d snap. It stopped once she was within arms’ reach. He tilted her chin up with a fingertip, their eyes meeting. “See?” he said. “It’ll be easier if you obey.”
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