in my time of need

PERMISSION FOR POWERPLAY FROM ALO

Enyo’s entire body tensed as Erebros moved toward her, his words slipping into her mind like a balm, but they did little to soothe the raw panic coursing through her. A dread that refused to ease. She needed control. One thing she always had was control over her body. But now? She felt as if she could feel the worm wriggling inside her, cold and relentless, a foreign invader making its home in her body.

When Erebros commanded her to lie down, she complied. Stretched out on the stone floor, her breath coming in rapidly as she tried to steady herself. The fear was suffocating, but his voice forced her to try to focus on something other than her stress.

She watched him work, his hands moving with calm precision as he prepared his tools. A sharp clink of metal met her ears as he sterilized the tweezers, and for a brief moment, Enyo’s focus faltered, her mind drifting back to the horrific image of Brian’s stomach tearing open, of the squirming worms spilling from his body. Was that her fate? The smell, the sound, the blood- it all felt like it was closing in on her.

Erebros hovered over her, and Enyo could see the sharp gleam of his tools in his maw. His gaze was fixed, calm, and calculated. Yet there was an underlying urgency in his movements that matched the rapid thudding of her heart.

He assured her she would be fine, his voice as unwavering as ever, though Enyo couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in her gut. Erebros knew more of these things than her so perhaps she was worried for nothing. She should trust in him. There was always a solution... right?

The tweezers pressed against the inside of her left nostril, and the moment Erebros began his search, a searing pain shot through Enyo’s face. It felt as though her very nerves were being torn apart, the cold, sharp pinch of the tweezers digging into the tender flesh of her nostril. The scent of alcohol burned any air she attempted to breathe. The pressure was nearly too much. Every slight movement of the tool sent jolts of pain through her skull, making her vision blur as her eyes watered.

Yet she remained as still as possible.

A deep growl came from her chest as her body arched slightly in response to the burning sensation, but she held her ground. She had to. There was no room for weakness here. The worm could not be allowed to win. She clenched her teeth, willing herself not to allow any more signs of pain.

The pain intensified as Erebros maneuvered the tweezers deeper. Despite her desperate efforts to focus, she felt nothing in the tip of the tweezers... no worm.

Her breath came faster now, an involuntary whine escaping her throat as Erebros withdrew the tweezers and paused. She could see it in his face, he hadn’t found it. The relief she’d hoped for evaporated in an instant, replaced by the horrific realization that the parasite was still inside her.

It was still there. Still moving. Still alive.

"Please tell me there is other options"

BUT WOULD YOU LOVE ME IF I RULED THE WORLD WORLD WORLD

"SPEECH"