Sobbing noises could be heard from the space the hand was pulling her to and they grew louder and louder as the hand tugged her effortlessly along. She offered little resistance, how could she fight such strength anyway? Even if she wanted to, her last ounce of energy had already been sapped by the effort used in breaking her fall. The hand didn’t let go until they reached what seemed to be the destination. A small light shone through although she couldn’t see the source, it was painful to look at such light in the contrast of darkness that was the canvas for the gory painting of the story she was now living.
The sobs were suddenly halted by a whacking sound, and a growling command to shut up. Amazingly, the voice that accompanied the hand was feminine. How a feminine entity could possess such strength was beyond her comprehension. ‘Pachi, that’s her name’, offered the voice that had previously been sobbing. Amba offered silence in response to the unsolicited information and continued to seek out a face from her prison-mate. ‘She will be back, and she will start work on you too, ’ continued the other woman. ‘She will give you the most horrific pain you have ever imagined, and then she will give you more pain than you can imagine possible’. After that, silence.
The sound of footsteps approaching from one end of the darkness could be heard. The echo of an eerie whistling soon accompanied the footsteps. Amba’s heart synchronized its rhythm with the pace of the footsteps. With every step, her heart beat faster and faster. Pachi finally got to Amba’s side and with one sweeping swing of her huge hand hit her straight on the pate, a searing pain rushed through her head and she fell onto her back and stared up as the silhouetted figure of the now familiar hand reached for her.....
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