Every molecule in my body grows lethargic. My limbs go slack, and my breathing slows to a frightening rhythm. As if I’m falling asleep. But I’m not. This is way worse. The body of a demon mounts me like in my sleep paralysis, and I groan, tears gathering in my eyes. I scream, but no sound comes out. I thrash, but my arms and legs don’t move. No. No… “Shh.” He strokes my cheek. “Be good, Cecily, and I won’t hurt you. Much. Don’t you hate how we have unfinished business? Jonah should’ve stayed and done what we agreed on that day, but he was repulsed by some vomit and let you go. I would’ve gone
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