The world began to spin, the shadowy walls and windows melding together with the bookshelves into a monochromatic dark shade, seeming to disappear from direct view but forming an inescapable prison of black at the same time, laughing at her and letting her know that she would never escape from their grasp alive. Oppressing, intimidating, shadowy claws reached for her in her mind.<br/><br/>At the same time, she felt the anonymous hand seemingly reaching up from the darkened floor, now not content to simply 'brush' her, but tearing her panties off and yanking it along and away from her sex with such callousness and speed that she gasped and blushed hotly, swiftly turning and flopping over to try to pounce on whatever it was, but landing on the hard ground instead as her lingerie seemed to be nowhere to be found!<br/><br/>Linna's body froze, her mind reeling in shock and utter confusion as her eyes fell upon the various book scattered around the floor near her. In a dim corner of her mind, she wondered curiously how the books had fallen off when no one else was around. Those were old books, she would get in trouble if they were damaged! Her lips were open in a gape, but was that sound the sound of rolling thunder playing upon drums outside, or a scream of hers that was dulled even before it reached her ears? She couldn't tell!<br/><br/>But the scent.. the scent.. so intoxicating.. so beautiful. Why had she never realised the heady smell of all the knowledge in the room before? Tangy bits.. spicy bits.. that one book over there was almost glowing and vibrating, in an olfactory sense. She had worked here for months! Had she been so blinded to it before, that only now that she was surrounded by unnamed, invisible horrors about to set upon her and rend her to bits, only now did the veil finally lift and she could appreciate what she was missing all this time for the few seconds before her death?<br/><br/>Despite herself, she huddled into a little ball, a tear starting to trickle down her cheek.. both at her impending doom that she could so palpably feel, and at the sheer, dark beauty of the books that she could perceive, but soon would be forever out of her reach.