You are mine to rule, yesss to rule. Come to me, let me ssseee you, tasste you. Tell me yesss.” It sounded more confident today, but no less demanding. They were in the room again, the void. The air, or lack of it burned her, seared her throat and lungs with every breath. The pulled muscle in her back ached with renewed pain, it too burning her. “Who are you? Please, tell me who you are?” She knew this was a dream. It had to be a dream. “I’m no dreamsss, I am real. Patcalusss, me, I’m Patcalusss, for you. You are mine. You were promisssed to me. I demand you come to me. Me. You must say it, that you will come to me.” She suddenly knew it could read her feelings, was somehow feeding from them. She wasn’t sure how she knew. There was something else, something she was supposed to do, or say…what was it? “No,” he shouted through her mind . “Me, you mussst listen to me. You were promised to me, I will have you. Breed, you will breed for me, only for Patcalussss.”
