The beast rounded the car, stopping inches from Abby’s door, hot breath snorting from its nostrils, condensing on the window. Bit by bit, Abby turned her head toward the window and willed the quivering of her lip to stop. The creature let out a low, menacing growl. Abby whimpered, “Pl, please don’t hurt us.”
As if in reply, a calm, tingling sensation wrapped itself around Abby’s mind. It was like something, or someone, was inside her head, searching her thoughts for something unknown. Uh…
A gruff, deliberate voice entered her mind: The Red King must set me free.
“Wha, what?” Abby choked in a whisper. The beast blinked, entering her mind once again. The Red King must set me free.
Abby sat transfixed, hypnotized by the creature’s piercing gaze. She wanted to scream or cry or close her eyes, but she couldn’t look away. After a few moments, the creature raised its head, turned with a snort, and strode back toward the road. Disappearing into the thick fog, it paused for one purposeful glance back at Abby.
The Red King must set me free.
Then it was gone.
Abby stared in disbelief out the window. Did that really just happen?
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