The hand that had been holding her, an iron manacle attached to the daemon, released suddenly. His rancid eyes lingered on her still, but a sob of relief choked in her throat. The monster was her uncle - Her uncle. A dizziness pervaded her mind; such an intense rush of adrenaline still throbbed in her veins, and though she should be running, her legs were frozen. He was still so close, so close that she might reach out and touched him.
So she did; blushed fingers reaching again for oblivion, if the skeletal man would allow them to grace his flesh. "Uncle?" Faintest sound of forgiveness - Her body was betraying her again, and all she wanted was the golden boy with eyes like his.
There was a tightness in her chest, and stars dancing at the corners of her eyes. A mental shut-down. Even if she ran, he could easily catch her - He was the shadows, the yawning darkness. Her uncle. Oh, god.
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