PROLOGUE
“Please. Stop! Who are you?” I scream for what seems like the millionth time.
No one ever responds. I sense their eyes upon me. Watching, always watching. I can feel the anger rising within me, my body temperature heating as if I am on fire.
“It’s time, Master. She’s ascending. It won’t be long now,” a woman says in an excited breath, somewhere near me.
Ascending? What the hell are they talking about? I just want to go home.