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Someone was yelling. Was it-
It was my mother's mate. Brock.
The sheer volume of his voice alone made my stomach flip, threatening to turn itself inside out as I flattened myself further under the bed, looking for anything to muffle the noise - all I saw were dust bunnies. There was a thud, and the voice went quiet for a moment, so I glanced over my shoulder-
A clawed hand grabbed my ankle, and I shrieked, little fingers scrabbling uselessly at the hardwood as the inhuman hand tightened its grip. It's going to break my leg! The shot thought across my mind like a bolt of lightning while I pulled and yanked, not caring how much it hurt my ankle or leg. My shoe was lost somewhere, but it didn't matter. The hand was still closed like a vice, pulling, pulling.
It wouldn't relent.
I looked around frantically for anything to grab, but nothing was down here. Not even toys. I kept my room clean, that's how Mama liked it. But now, I was trapped and had nothing to put between me and the monster dragging me out.
The screaming started again; the voice was so loud it made me cringe and whimper. My ears throbbed, and I grabbed for the leg of the bed. As soon as I wrapped my fingers around it, the entire bed turned to dust, disappearing. My heart sank into my gut; it felt like someone doused me in ice water.
I wanted to turn but didn't want to see the creature dragging me. I kicked blindly with my free leg, but suddenly that was grabbed too, the second hand squeezing just as hard as the first. My legs!
It was going to break my legs! I writhed and dug my fingers into the hardwood, that disappeared in a cloud of dust, too. I sneezed and rolled onto my side - I couldn't see what the arms belonged to.
It was hiding in some dark pit. A pit I was being dragged towards. I tipped my head and yelled.
"Mama! Mama, please!"
But no one answered.
No one heard me.
My voice echoed off walls I couldn't see.
The monster gave one last jerk, and the earth gave way beneath me, hurtling me into the pitch-dark pit. I howled, limbs flailing wildly as I braced myself to-
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