Motion Sickness

Suddenly everything turned pitch black, the light vanished like the setting of the sun, I couldn't move or breath, everything slowed to a crawl, I felt unbearable pain as if being pulled apart, stretched, and compressed in every direction all at once.

I felt like I was being ripped apart piece by piece, and an intense freezing cold and then burning heat washed over me again and again. Time moved slowly then fast, then slow once more. I tried to shut my eyes to the pain and the moment I closed them that feeling vanished completely.

When I opened my eyes, we were in the dungeon, I saw the chains and other torture tools.

Then my vision blurred, and the room began to spin. I collapsed to the ground emptying the contents of my stomach on the floor.

"Get up!" the Dark One shouted, twisting her hand in an upward motion.

My body moved on its own as chains twisted around my arms.

"I tried to show you kindness, but you spit in my face," she said in a low tone, "the one thing I will not tolerate is insubordination."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"You will be," she replied.