Were they speaking from the depth of a well? Or had they perhaps been submerged under water?
If not, then why were their voices so muffled?
Never the matter! Their goal remained the same. They were going to rip her child away from her. How could Silas allow such a monstrosity? How could he be so cruel and cold to his own flesh and blood?
All of that crying and for what? There essentially was nothing in her power to do in order to stop it.
All Arabella could do was lay there and follow their flimsy, blurred out figures. Whatever that medicine they gave was, it sure did a real number on her…
"No! Please! Spare my child!"
Those were the words she wished, from the very bottom of her heart, to scream, but alas, none of her muscles responded to any of her commands. Her jaws hung stuck in position, leaving her mouth open without any recourse.
"Let us begin,"
Was that doctor Zarveth's voice or… Damiana?
With how dim her senses had become, there was no telling the sounds apart.
