Maya

I stood outside their room, torn between entering and retreating to my own. Honestly, the impulse to escape was strong, to distance myself from both the room and its ominous occupants. But what choice did I have?

It’d take them less than a little effort to drag me back here…and the consequences afterward would be far worse; resistance would be futile. They had twisted control over my life, effortlessly capable of shattering me and leaving me powerless.

The absence ...