The thick, bubbling voice grated on her ears. Mina squinted, peering into the darkness surrounding her oak, trying to find the source of the voice. This was getting gods’ be-damned old. At least now she knew that the dream wasn’t something from inside her own psyche. This was someone intent on torturing her. The question was, who? “Clever girl.” A form stepped to the edge of the Throne but came no closer, staying in the shadows at the edge of sight. Only the stench of rotten vegetation told her who it was, but she knew now that was a lie. “Think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?” “You’re not Terri.” “And you’re not nearly as stupid as I thought you were.” The figure didn’t move, but Mina got the distinct impression it was smirking at her. The voice no longer sounded like bubbling goo, either. The only thing that remained the same was that shimmer of evil that constantly surrounded the figure.
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