Stripped

She no longer knew what was up and what was down. That thing had taken complete control of her mind. It had invaded her. Consumed her. Molesting her mind - creating chaos and confusion. She could hear it around her. It's wet, sniffling wheeze entering its body - the beating of its heart echoing near by. She swore should could hear its skin stretching as it moved closer to her.

She was struggling to hold on - feeling as if at any moment, if she were to simply let go and five up, she'd fall, endlessly, into some abyss. The scariest part was that her mind was the abyss - her thoughts, her emotions, her memories, had been turned upside down and made into her enemy and fear. She felt naked and helpless.

Where was it in the physical realm? She was concerned what was being done with her body. Once she felt it enter her mind - she lost all contact with the physical realm. Was that thing standing in the same spot, staring at her, its pale green eyes, pupilless and hollow boaring into her own? Or had it taken her somewhere? Was this death? Could the creature have distracted her by planting itself inside of her - leaving her vulnerable to it's attack?

It easy could end her in an instant - with one swipe of it's claws or a snap of its serrated jaws.

She didn't know where she was, but all she knew was that she need to act quickly if she wanted to stand a chance.

She concentrated. As hard as she could. Squeezing, holding her breath, fists clenched.

Just when she felt like her head was about to explode, she felt something in her mind give.

She concentrated harder. She had to strike now.