Afraid of the Dark
Never before had she experienced this much pain in her life. Well, perhaps, but she couldn't remember much anymore. The world was numb. Maybe that's what the darkness truly brings; the inability to distinguish a sense of life. A lone shriek through the dense shadow awakened a new fear in Medusa, especially since it had come from her own lips. Harsh sobs shook her tense frame as another jolt of electricity shot through her, flipping her onto her back as she writhed in pain, crying out. "P-Please..." "...M-Mercy..." "...Kill me, please, let me die..." The torment went on for what seemed like a lifetime. She didn't know where she was. Hell, most likely.