She went down hard and fighting with every strength and power she possessed. Insidious tendrils of blank emptiness snaked down into her memories, wrenching, grasping. Her hands flew to the pounding at her temples. The dank, dark cell fell away beneath an onslaught of blinding pain.
She planted her mind at the bottom of her soul and stretched it forth. Then taking hold of a powerful wave of burning light, she hurled it against the assault.
The stealing loss of sensation died away as memory blazed to life once more.
She clutched the word close to her.
Her identity she had earned, lived, sacrificed heart and soul and will to gain. She would not lay it down without a fight, she thought fiercely. Wrath billowed up from within at the men and the drug, blinding her vision with anger.
That was when she lost control and fell into the terrible darkness.
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Gus shrugged, balled up the piece of paper and threw it onto the table. "So, what's yours say?"
Emily grinned. "Expect gift from a wealthy stranger."
Opening: Megs.....Continuation: anon.