The floating droplet glows, zipped around in graceful circles.

Clearly in mirth, as resonant spectrums of music sweep the vast space that is its playground. It is singing the fall of the imbecile who dare intrude the sacred privacy of its rest.

Those glistening red ropes span across the black pool are just too conspicuous. Not to mention they disrupt the smooth tranquil surface by producing distorted waves. Watching, feeling the ripples created; she can deduce and zoom down to the culprit even without that disturbing color.

She played coy.

Rein herself and wait. Until the little fish bites the bait and falls unaware into her snare. Then, she let her environment do its work. Those bright tentacles sank into the dark recesses of her. An instant stab…

Where the blackest, obscure and most sinful lay. There, joy ebb and grief begin.

Where her pain still burns and lacerate. Gnawing away at her.

Where the terror starts.

To restrain these parts, it has used up incredible energy to curb and dam them. Tried amputating and forget them; but they cannot be removed. They were frozen at last and buried deep away from the layers closest to reality. Determined never to resurface into the personality. Separated, locked and bind within for fear they might break havoc.

Although dormant now, they still absorb whatever they come close to. To maintain being restrained.

Those tentacles seek them and were gripped immediately. Sucked in and consumed by the insatiable appetite, they resisted. However, they soon surrendered to that indomitable power and become mere channels of energy for devouring.

The droplet watched detachedly as those scarlet ropes changes yellow. The intruder’s domain is diminishing. Whoever he is, he will lose. He can’t win against such a black hole. If he is wise, he better shows up and concedes defeat. Maybe there is a chance to stop herself and let him go.

He had better not sneaked away. There is no escape route…

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He slipped into his web, his network of vines. Eagerly searching for a flaw to break through and escape. However the minute he was in one of the arteries, the incredible suction immediately whisks him along, not giving him a slightest chance at all. The evil shade dug into its vines, clinging for dear life, becoming an elongated black strip.

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Her mind’s depths are reaching the peak of their absorption. The tumour earlier became their fodder. His domain shimmered threateningly bright. It will soon collapse, crumbled to her growing strength and consumed. Then, she can scoot him out and examine that idiot. Also to give him a ‘preaching’ he’ll never forget, should he still live after the ordeal.

Look, the bright blob is dissolving. Its destruction spread out slowly. The waves accumulated and assembled into a whirlpool on the dark liquid surface. Those glaring tentacles, closing themselves into the vortex. She still has yet to sense that intruder.

Probably sucked into the black hole of herself. Well, she is too late then. Heaven bless him.

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The black strip thought he would be saved, once he got a hold to tide him over. He concentrated and hauled himself together. Only to witness the very walls he clung onto, dissipate. Fear and terror washed him blank.

The shade gathered into a glob and resisted with all its energy. The only action he can think of. It is falling. Right into the whirlpool, into the forbidden shadows of her mind, those interlocked dark secrets. Hoping he can stop short of destruction at the very edge and in the eleventh hour.

He can see them vibrating. They radiate dread. Total authority. Overwhelming sinister supremacy.

Why? Why a mere mortal girl has such power?

End First Chapter. To be continued in next chapter "Enemy & Ally" - - -