Argider felt it immediately. The sharp pull, like an invisible cord tethering her to her own body was suddenly yanked, unraveling strand by strand.
A sickening sensation spread through her, like a strong wind dragging her down, deeper and deeper into Uzak's core.
Her body, her self, felt… wrong. Distant. Like a memory fading in reverse. Her limbs, or what passed for them in this void, trembled.
She felt lighter and yet heavier all at once, as if her essence was being squeezed and stretched to fit a form that wasn't hers.
The man's grip on her throat burned like ice, his eyes boring into her, his eerie calm contrasting the chaos he unleashed. "Give in," he said, his voice velvety and maddening.
"Your body will become mine, and you… you can rest here. Forgotten. Isn't that easier?"
"No," she croaked, though her voice was weak, her defiance trembling on the edge of collapse.
