No more time to worry about them. No more time for anything.
And with a sudden gasp, he walks in the room -- that creature. I glare at him. He reminds me that it might not be good for me, smirking, and with a silent sigh, I stop glaring.
But just so he can show me what I'll get if I act rashly, he hurts me.
It burns my skin. I have no idea what he's doing, but the pain prevents me from even thinking about it. I scream. The pain gets worse, searing my shoulder. It feels like I'm on fire. And then it pierces. I scream once more.
And then, as if someone had sucked out all of it's energy, it stops.