>>5322429Between the sensations of floatiness and shades of gold that are all-encompassing, your body feels like a syrupy, viscous mess– as if it were globs of honey drizzling straight down from the comb.
<span class="mu-i">..b…ee… c.. omb…</span> The way those words are said sounds more akin to <span class="mu-i">’be calm,’</span> as an unseen force attempts to pull you further down into the golden abyss.
Except you are not calm, not one bit– because the voice in your head isn’t yours, and these thoughts are not your own.
You’d realized this from the second you’d gotten here.
Snapping your eyes open, you yank your arm <span class="mu-i">hard,</span> feeling satisfaction well up in you when it feels like something severs, and do the same with the other one as well.
It takes a few, forceful kicks for your legs to be freed, and, when the invisible binds snap, you’re not rushing upwards like you expected– instead, you’re suddenly in free fall.
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