“Remember, it’s only a dream, Wynifred…brace yourself.” I barely heard Sain’s words before the mist took me, the white mass moving into me and breaking me up into a million pieces. This time, however, the feeling of carelessness didn’t take me. I was aware.
I was aware as different trees began to form around me and aware of voices in the distance, these ones hard and menacing. I was aware of the change in my body and the hands that wrapped hard around my arms, aware of the fear that gripped my heart.
The voices in the distance raised as someone, a girl, yelled. The large hands that held me wrapped round me, lifting me off the ground. As soon as I started to struggle, one massive palm covered my nose and mouth. I could barely breathe through the pressure, so I stopped struggling, hoping for air while my brain caught up with my situation.
Had I left the dream that Sain had been talking about? This all felt too real. How did I get to this place? I could feel the bruises on my face return, the joints in my body scalding me with pain from my captivity and beatings.
Instinctively, I began to fight against the painful fingers that dug into my skin and the hand over my face. But whoever held me only held tighter, his fingers pressing into me to the point I was sure I was going to bruise. Sain’s warning of this being a dream repeated through my mind. I wanted to believe it, but everything seemed too real to be a dream. It felt too real.
My captor began to move me through the forest, the heavy clomp of his shoes breaking through the undergrowth the main sound as he dragged me along toward the voices.
“Or torture,” Cail’s voice said from somewhere in front of me. I didn’t know what we were heading toward, but I did know that I wanted nothing to do with Cail. My bruised and battered body called out as I fought my captor once more, my fight useless against his strong arms.
“Is that what Edmund told you to do, Cail?” I froze at the voice. Joclyn’s voice was filtering through the trees toward me. What was going on here? Where was I?
“To torture me?” Joclyn said, and my struggle against the man who held me resumed.
I was torn, I wanted to see Joclyn, but not like this. I wanted to fight and save her, but I knew neither of those were an option right now. They spoke of torture, my brother’s favorite game. Nothing good was going to happen here.
I yelled out, to warn her, to help her, but my voice caught behind the man’s large hand, my warning falling limply to the forest floor.
“Ryland told me you knew. He said you now know that Ilyan loves you. Is that true?” The man who held me stopped his advance, the voices loud enough to alert me to how close we were.
Trees surrounded us; our bodies gobbled up by a thick forest. I looked through the trunks of the trees that surrounded me, hoping to see something, anything, in front of us but saw nothing.
“Ilyan doesn’t love me, not in that way.” I heard a gasp to my right at Joclyn’s words. I turned toward the sound, sure that someone else was there, but once again, seeing nothing but trees.
“Oh, so he hasn’t told you,” Cail taunted, the same babying tone he had used with Ryland earlier cutting through his voice. I cringed against it, expecting his verbal attack to switch to me at any moment even though I was still hidden in the woods. “Could it be that I know more than you at this point in time?”
Cail laughed and I jumped at the high pitched sound, my whole body seizing in preparation for an attack.
“Ooo,” Cail’s taunts continued, “I would love to see your face when you figure everything out – what Ryland did, what Ilyan is keeping from you.”
My ears perked at his words. After seeing how Cail had manipulated Ryland, I wasn’t sure I could trust anything he said anymore, but something about the way he phrased that sentence alerted me to a new danger. What did Ryland do?
Don’t give into his games, Wyn. I said to myself. I wasn’t losing my mind yet. I wouldn’t let myself.
“This game just gets more and more exciting,” Cail said excitedly, a loud clap sounding through the trees. Did he just slap her?
“This isn’t a game!” Joclyn’s loud voice broke through the trees, and I heard the same groan off to my right followed by another more familiar one to my left.
Everything stopped after Joclyn’s outburst, the ringing silence in the forest broken only by the small grunts and groans on either side of me.
“Not a game you say?” Cail’s voice came out of nowhere, his voice cold and calculating. The sensation of ice trickled down my spine. I knew that tone in his voice. I wanted to scream at Joclyn to run, to leave, to escape Cail’s web in whatever way possible, but before I could, my captor pressed me forward.
“Really?” Cail said darkly. “Well, what do you say we turn it into a game?”