• the_novel_idealist

8 November 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday


Her body shook violently, writhing with the excruciating effort of forcing back the creature's tentacular control, creeping through her body.


She felt every muscle in her body tremble at its touch, recalibrating to serve the will of whatever the thing was, whispering.


She tried to force out a scream for help, but as soon as she had thought it the creature’s grip tightened at her back, forcing back any hint of defence.


“No,” it growled, though no audible voice came from it, only a telepathic warning that she no longer had control of her body; she had been taken.