Bring me closer!” the old man barked at Berkleigh, who complied through

gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. The man reached out his trembling, skeletal hands and grabbed

Janelle’s head with a deceptive, frightening strength. He turned her to face him, much as she

weakly protested his advances. He placed one hand on her forehead, holding her eyes open and

making her look into his. The bloodshot, yellowed eyeballs seemed to light up with a malicious

energy as she met his horrible gaze. Janelle tried to twist away from him, her entire body pushing

against her restraints in vain.

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