“Hey,”
Dave said, heart shaking, arms weak, as he tried to push himself up.
She opened her eyes, which Dave
hadn’t even realized were closed, and Dave felt something powerful wash over
him. The edges of his vision turned white. She stepped closer to him and Dave
attempted to stand, but realized he had no ability to do so. She moved with
grace, as though she were walking onto a stage to perform a dance. When she
knelt down, she grabbed Dave’s hand and moved it up to her veil. Dave grabbed
it and pulled it off, thinking that it was what she wanted him to do.
Her eyes were white orbs with no
pupils. He felt no less paralyzed than before. Unsmiling, she placed a hand on
the center of his chest. The touch was cold, and Dave became aware of a soft sensation,
a coolness that radiated outwards from her touch. Although he could not see her
pupils, Dave felt that she was staring into his eyes.
“No,” Dave said, “I don’t know what
you’re doing but please, fucking, stop.”
She didn’t. Dave looked down and saw
that her hand was somehow going through his shirt. He realized that the
coolness was numbness. Dave let go of the shroud and tried to move his hand to
grab her wrist. The effort made him feel half asleep. His arm barely even
obeyed, and the fingers even less so, when he tried to close them. Sluggish
didn’t even begin to describe what Dave thought of his suddenly useless body.
The numbness spread faster along his
arms and legs than his neck, where it slowed. Although he did feel it creeping
up along the veins, as it did elsewhere.
“Fucking,” Dave said, not knowing
what else to add, “Gah.”
The mannequin woman suddenly started
to smile. It was a shame that she was so goddamn beautiful. Dave wasn’t sure if
he was totally aware of the situation, though. There was something skeletal
about her too, like she was an animate corpse, or someone who’d been kept
starving for far too long.
Dave hadn’t even noticed the
whiteness closing closer and closer over his vision. He didn’t even notice when
someone else entered the room.
“You just had to go around,” Bira
said, “Opening locked doors.”
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