All Eilownia could see was darkness. There was not even a shred of light anymore, not to illuminate her father's way, not even to draw her attention to that awful display of torture devices.
Nothing.
Her father's laugh echoed in her ears like the sound of a loud drill. She could feel it pricking deep in her eardrum as if a needle was being shoved inside her ear.
The hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood up straight and a pit formed in her stomach and throat.
She wanted to gag, her body wanted to expel its fear, its understanding of a father-daughter relationship.....of the horrors that were woven into her future.
Yet, she couldn't.
For some reason she couldn't move at all. Before she was sure she could at least move her head from side to side, at least see the torture devices.
All she could feel was fire. Fire that was burning deep and spreading across her body like a hellish wildfire, yet she felt frozen at the same time.
