09-24-2018, 06:02 PM
“Get into the water.” he commands, though his voice is unheard, rather he speaks directly into her mind - bending feeble synapses to his will. He must be gentle so as not to break her completely before his fun is through. She obeys. The river pulls against her feeble legs, ice cold. Her joints scream at first, but then she grows numb, moonlight peering through the treetops to illuminate only a shadow of the beauty she once held.
“Dive.” the voice comes again. “Happily.” he adds. Mallek laughs, then coughs, then sputters. Then she plunges beneath the surface and she does not rise again.
When the water fills her lungs, the kelpie releases his control - releases that command of happiness so that she might die in the misery she deserves. Fear - terrible and raw, fills her as the water does, and it is heavy. So heavy.
Deep into that darkness she sinks - lifeless eyes frozen in terror as the undertow takes her away.
Old wretched hag. This was more than the death she deserved.
“Dive.” the voice comes again. “Happily.” he adds. Mallek laughs, then coughs, then sputters. Then she plunges beneath the surface and she does not rise again.
When the water fills her lungs, the kelpie releases his control - releases that command of happiness so that she might die in the misery she deserves. Fear - terrible and raw, fills her as the water does, and it is heavy. So heavy.
Deep into that darkness she sinks - lifeless eyes frozen in terror as the undertow takes her away.
Old wretched hag. This was more than the death she deserved.