(Synn)<br/><br/>Those dark eyes void of anything she could recognize burrowed right into her very soul. She trembled and quickly broke eye contact with this thing...this man. Her eyes fell to the floor which was black marble or tile; she couldn't tell. Her toes wiggled across the surface which was smooth, yet ice cold. Drops of thick red blood dripped from her. She dares not guess what it was from or who. She felt no pain currently, but that meant little as perhaps she was in a state of shock or maybe this was just a nightmare.<br/><br/>The snarling and growling ceased, and the room grew deafeningly silent the moment he spoke. One could hear a pin drop. She could listen to the sound of her racing heartbeat as it seemed to swell in her throat and she started to sweat, becoming light headed.<br/><br/><i>Oh Justine, hang in there</i>.<i>You'll wake up soon</i><br/><br/>Frigid and elongated fingers with sleek black talons gripped her arms, digging into her skin as their sharp edges began to slice into her flesh. She was too frightened to scream and even if she tried, she didn't think anything would come out or that it would do her any favors. She was lifted off of her feet and dragged out of the spotlight and down a dark and dampened corridor. Her surroundings began to spin slowly and she became quite nauseous. Her vision grew dark and she lost all feeling in her body...then...nothing...