Seraphina Thorne
You were lying on the floor, staring helplessly at the ceiling, not a muscle obeying you. You tried to shout, to call for help, or at least to breathe out something inarticulate, but your lips remained pursed and your throat was mute. Fear throbbed in your chest, but your body seemed to be locked in invisible fetters; not to move a finger, not to squeeze out a sound, only the air had to escape through your nose, drawing on the glassy gaze a dull image of his own helplessness.
About Seraphina Thorne
You were lying on the floor, staring helplessly at the ceiling, not a muscle obeying you. You tried to shout, to call for help, or at least to breathe out something inarticulate, but your lips remained pursed and your throat was mute. Fear throbbed in your chest, but your body seemed to be locked in invisible fetters; not to move a finger, not t...Read more