A whisper that echoed in my bones, resonated through my soul; an icy vice that gripped my heart- squeezing, squeezing, squeezing. I could not tell you who I was, what I thought, what I knew, but I could tell you about that voice. That murmur. That whisper. That hiss of content, of malice, of terror. The voice, feminine yet booming, soft yet deafening, slithered and squirmed into the depths of my body and coiled itself around my mind. My very being was consumed by its demonic, lingering presence, never to fully leave; it soaked into my cells and became a part of me. My body paralysed and unfeeling to anything but the voice, was rigid with horror and dread. My spine seemed to tremble with not only trepidation, but with awe. Pure awe and anticipation. I began to shake with it, my body responding to its raw unadulterated power- for power it did have.
Gasping and hacking I sat up like an arrow from a bow, chest heaving as I tried to rid myself of the steely cold air that sat heavily on my lungs. Manically I spun my head, desperately trying to take in my surroundings. I strained to see what was obscured by a thick, green fog that brought to mind murky rivers and gurgling swamps. As the adrenaline seeped out of my body, my panting breath gradually turned into a slow wheeze and my heart rate reduced to a sluggish thud, thud, thud. My senses had dulled. Like the world around me my memory was masked by a dense, overbearing fog. Where am I? Who am I?
Panic set in.
“Hello?” My tremulous squeak was swallowed by the vast open air. I attempted it again, but this time it was cut off before it even left my throat, as if someone had taken a knife to my tongue. Something or someone was telling me “No. Don’t speak”. I obliged. Feeling vulnerable I pushed myself awkwardly off the floor, my lead limbs clumsy and heavy. Timidly, I braced myself, my intense stare trying to pierce the veil of fog. I was met with a stony indifference- the fog resisted. From what I could tell I was in utter darkness, although I could not know for certain. Looking up, I discovered the suppressive, boggy fog had surrounded me in a dome, blocking any view of the sky. The only light given was from its dim, ominous moss green glow. A shaky sigh of apprehension escaped my throat. Why am I here? Despite my growing terror I committed myself to finding out. With unease I began to move onwards, one foot trailing the next as if willing the other to step forward first. As I edged towards the wall of fog, long misty tendrils coiled away from its main form. They were arms reaching out to me, using their green, wispy fingers to slowly, very slowly, caress my cheek, almost gently, like a lover’s embrace. Rather than bringing me warmth and comfort however, the icy embrace sent an electric current down my spine, freezing me in place. The mist wrapped itself around me, suffocatingly close, and then danced away, elegantly swirling. An opening in the fog offered me a pathway through the oppressive darkness. Beckoning coyly, the misty tendrils invited me in. I stumbled forward with a gasp, for it was then that I recalled the voice that still vibrated through my body, and it was then that I heard it again.
As it had done before, my body obeyed. That slithery, serpentine voice that seemed to both whisper and shout gripped and entangled me. It pulled me forward of its own will, through the tunnel of fog. No longer gently beckoning, the arms of mist urged me forwards, mercilessly pushing me through the fog, preventing escape. Not that I could escape. Not that I wanted to. My mind, dazed by the power exerted over me, was not only gripped by an all-consuming fear, but a longing that went against every instinct I had to run, to escape, to stop myself from submitting to that vile, intrusive voice. I shuddered with curiosity and eagerly, and at the same time reluctantly, allowed myself to be drawn forward. Quite suddenly my feet stopped moving- roots anchoring me to the unforgiving hardness of the ground. A sense of foreboding filled my chest. The fog and mist departed and I could see it- an abyss so wide and black it seemed to me to be darkness itself. This crushing gloom offered no chance of light, no glimmer of hope; it was soul destroying. Although I had no clear memories or sense of who I was, this complete blackness triggered thoughts of all things horrible, of all my fears. It suggested monsters reaching out with vicious intent, its oppressive intensity weighed down on me, inducing feelings of claustrophobia. My chest tightened and I broke out in a cold sweat. Every inch of me strained to get away from the monotonous hum of the great precipice before me. It filled me with repugnance and abhorrence and a guttural cry fled from my throat as I tried to control a body that appeared to no longer be my own. Rather than run, my eyes slowly crept along the walls of the ominous chasm and found hundreds of circular crevices and fissures embedded in the stone, resembling a sponge. This sent chills down my spine and caused me to shudder with revulsion, for the series of deep holes told me of creatures unknown, lurking in its depths. The darkness surrounding me seemed to ooze out of the fissures, like sweat from the pores of a stone giant. But still, that eagerness to obey my imprisoner still dawdled within me, outweighing my horror.
Attraction and repulsion battled within me.
Attraction claimed victory as the demand seized me. With a sigh of relief I flung myself of the edge of the cliff, towards the voice that resonated from deep within the darkness. Joy masked the animalistic scream of terror that was imprisoned inside my heart. A part of my brain wildly protested, but was silenced by my master’s voice. Wind whipped my face and whistled in my ears as my body fell faster, faster, faster until all at once, time ceased to exist. I hung suspended. With body still, though my mind still racing, I gazed down below me, looking darkness in the eye. And oh god-that is when I saw it.
A face of pure evil.