I can feel him inside me.
Throwing himself at all corners of my undiscovered soul. Rattling and trying to break my spirit, which he holds in his clenched fists, determined to tear me apart. I try to hold on but I can feel my grip loosening, my soul slipping through my fingers into his constant temptation, telling me to let go. I know I will fall into the black ocean of The Other Side if I give into his sweet, poisonous words, and I'll drown in misery and evil. I call out for something to come and save me, but the bond is not strong enough and I slip out of reach.
Inside, my soul hysterically lunges about, screaming a million echoes of torture. It aches with his burning desire to ruin me and win his eternal battle with light.