The Unseen Empress of Sound
ssure that threatened to split me in two. I screamed until my thro
feel the unnatural, agonizing pressure.
w, the cold water around
, the smell of mildew, and the relentless, escalating tortur
steps above. The
ckness as the door opened. Hope, stup
Mrs.
the light from the house, looking down at me like I wa
er voice dripping with disa
my voice a broken
tied to himself in a moment of weakness. It's better for everyone if it doesn't survi
most surreal. I couldn't process it. I just
tinny and distant, even from the bottom of the stair
one. "That little tramp from Tennessee wrote a better song?
f pure rage. "Don't you dare blame me! I'm here, cleaning up you
er eyes wild. "This is all your fault," she hissed.
back, she was holding a large plastic container. The la
this mess for go
tipped the co
ar. It hit the water with a violent hiss, and the
in was beyond anything I had ever imagined. I tried to shield my stomach, curling into a tight
tt's face, her features twisted in a triumphant sneer, as she