She had come close to experiencing it once, early on in her captivity. Never again. She would obey Coil in everything he asked for before she risked that happening again.
Hm. Except if she wants to go on without ever experiencing this… that means she’d need to take the drugs continuously her whole life.
“Okay,” she murmured. She picked out one of the paths where they survived. Even looking too closely at it made her head throb, like it was in a massive vise and someone had just cranked it a fraction tighter.
Ow.
So yeah, let’s see what you can do here.
Some of the possible worlds around the fringes of her consciousness disintegrated into a mess of disordered scenes as she pushed forward. The scenes and images of the less possible worlds flew around her mind like razor-sharp leaves in a gale, cutting at everything they touched. “It hurts.”
The more she zooms in on one branch, the more the others start beating on her…
Metaphorically, at the very least.
“Now, pet. As quickly as you can.”
He didn’t know. It was something else, like trying to will herself to stick a hot poker in her body, in her brain, knowing it would remain there and burn her for weeks before it cooled.
That does sound a little unpleasant. A teeny bit.
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