Haunting

The sky appeared filled with clouds, not bright, nor gloomy. The air was not hot, but rather a little dark. The sun didn't appear, hiding like a mouse.

Whispers continued to haunt her, "You will always belong to me, obey." The voice seemed to roar in her mind, igniting an immeasurable anxiety.

"It will be painful at first, but you have no choice because you are my slave. Oh, my little sister, your fate is truly unfortunate. I am the one who stole your crown, something that you should have protected. Cry, for it will make me even more tense." The whisper was like shackles choking her freedom and happiness.

She tried to reject the voice, to ignore it, but the weight of the commands in her mind became increasingly heavy. She clasped her hands and feet, covering both of her ears, trying to dampen the waves of distressing voices. Sweat covered her face, and a sense of despair became increasingly evident.