“Look at me.” I knew he was talking to me. I could feel his words penetrating me. I should have been terrified but I wasn’t. The low, soft, rumble of his voice was intoxicating and surprisingly comforting. “Look at me, now.” He said again, this time a bit more forceful.
I wanted to refuse. I wanted to just curl up and disappear but I couldn’t. There was something, in the way he spoke, his very being, that demanded I obey and so, slowly, I lowered my arms and looked up. What I saw standing over me could only be described as…ethereal.
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