Bab 361: Trying My Best

A turbulent gust of wind whizzed through the air. Trees roughly swayed as leaves tumbled and took flight. Blades of grass sliced through the quiet night. 

During the peace of midnight, a bloodcurdling scream rippled through the palace. A chill drifted through the empty corridor. Pleas and cries arose. Blankets shuffled, clothes crinkled, as bodies lifted from the bed.

"No! Please, make it stop!" she shrieked, pushing against the hands grabbing at her. She slapped it away, but missed, as her palm connected with a face.

"Get off of me, I don't want it! Please don't," she wailed, her voice crazier than a ghost wandering the night.

"I hate it, don't... Not there, don't touch me!" she coughed out, struggling in a tight grasp.