Step 72 - HELP
Step 72 - HELP
You scream. You do not know where you found that sound, that terrible, strangled, yet shrill cry. You could barely keep your eyes open, in fact you are not even certain that they are open any longer. Terror has wrapped around you, giving you enough strength to let out your final cry.
You have no way of knowing if anyone heard you. You have no way of knowing if anyone will find you. You just know that you cannot let them take you. You might try to say something more, a word like HELP or your name, where you are going, but you cant. Your lips are so heavy, your throat so dry. Barely a sound, if any escapes from your lips.
That final burst of panic was the consummate sum of your remaining power you realize, vulnerable. "Don't worry young Miss," Canbrey soothed, seemingly unbothered by the outburst. "Canbrey will keep you safe," they promised but the tone was wrong. It was not the same knowing calm, but it was not cruel either. It was something deeper, strange and unsettling for reasons beyond a simple kidnapping.
The weight of your lids would overwhelm you. You would return to sleep, but it would now be a dreamless slumber.
Next posts will be on the 26th! If you take this path, we are going to need to send a rescue party that hears your scream.
You scream. You do not know where you found that sound, that terrible, strangled, yet shrill cry. You could barely keep your eyes open, in fact you are not even certain that they are open any longer. Terror has wrapped around you, giving you enough strength to let out your final cry.
You have no way of knowing if anyone heard you. You have no way of knowing if anyone will find you. You just know that you cannot let them take you. You might try to say something more, a word like HELP or your name, where you are going, but you cant. Your lips are so heavy, your throat so dry. Barely a sound, if any escapes from your lips.
That final burst of panic was the consummate sum of your remaining power you realize, vulnerable. "Don't worry young Miss," Canbrey soothed, seemingly unbothered by the outburst. "Canbrey will keep you safe," they promised but the tone was wrong. It was not the same knowing calm, but it was not cruel either. It was something deeper, strange and unsettling for reasons beyond a simple kidnapping.
The weight of your lids would overwhelm you. You would return to sleep, but it would now be a dreamless slumber.
Next posts will be on the 26th! If you take this path, we are going to need to send a rescue party that hears your scream.
There is something about ambition, how it not only propels you but also defines you.