I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream
It was in her mind once more.
There were no words for the horror.
She wanted to vomit but found she could not. She could feel it. Tendrils of psionic horror crawling over every inch of her mind. It was rape. It was violating her like nothing she could ever imagine. Her every thought was now its thoughts. It was beating her mind down. Beating her into submission.
In an instant, she knew it had all been lies.
Hei could not blink, could not cry, could not scream or shout. Her body was now the horror's puppet.
It spoke to her, now, directly into her brain. It's voice was soft, calm, clear, and dressed in horror. There were no words. Every mental syllable was a fresh and new assault on her being and no matter how much she raged and screamed in silence, she found herself unable to resist answering it.
H̡̖̏͆̅̑̐̔ŏ̟͍͙͍̥ͧͩ̊ͣ͊̚͢ẇ̷̦͚̰͔͓ͮ̍̈́̈́͘ ͔͕̭ͬ̔ͣͬͫ͒͆͛͌͡m̶̝ͥ̀͆ͪ̓̒a̝͉̯̐͌̉͒̿ͭ̍̅͠n̜͈̈́ͤy̛̰̪͔̍̅̒̀͜ ͔̞͙ ͇̜͖͕͉̜̑̅̔ͤͩỏ̵̦̙̓̍̋̏̀t̙͓͈͓̂̂ͤ͂̉̈̽ͨh̤̺͔̮͓̥͍̮ͫ̀ͨ̓̔̿̈́ ̣ě̴͚͔̫̝̫̬̘̻̋͝r̨̨̺̳͎̠̹̺̗̂̔͗̄́ͪͯs̡̻͋ͤ ̋̽͂̈́ͧ̃҉̞̪̰̟̗̪͙͎ǫ̲͖ͭ̓ͬ̅̍͗̚͠f̰̟͙̦͖ͬ͌ͣ̀̾̓̔͛́͡ ͉̺̫̲̘͉̉ͦ͐̓̇ͮͫ́y̘̼͉͇̞̭͎̖̥͊̄̇͗ͯ͟ơ͖͍̇͛ͨͮ͑ͩ͜͠u̱̮̓͌͘̕͠ ̟͕͈̖͚̩ ́̔̾̋ͯ̔̋ͫ҉̥̻̥̘a̢͎͓͍̪̬̺̐̉͒̎ͥ̎̈́͜r̸̯̱̳̲͓̹̬̈́͗͆͛ͧ͑͂̓͟͝e ͎̤̟̫̘ͧ̕͘ ̼̩̖̜͆̒͆̅t̴̨̖̰͓͈̙͙̯̂̏͌̆ͦ̄͝h̼̬͋ͤ̋̚e̷͔̝͕ͬ͋ͧ̉̚͘ṙ͓̭̒̀͝ ̟̙͈͇̲͙ě̶̢̩̱ͯ͜?̡͚͍̟̯̯̄̒ͫ͘̕
"̸̡̫̬͇ͯ̀ͧ͞Three others here. Three more elsewhere."
̡͔̔̈́̓W͌ͧ̾͏̣̯h̢̖̦̙̰̤̦̫̻ͭ̏̈́͢͠a͒̎̍͆ͫ̀ͥ҉͎͉̞̣̝̤̀͢t̔̽̽̃̌ ̵͇̤̳͍͔͕̬ ̻̭̓ͮ̇̌̓̌͆̌ͨ́a͚̜̹ͣ̓̚͞r̵̢͍̫͍̘͇̗ͬ͝ͅe͔͎͓̟̼̞̝̱ͪ͛̋͊̆͂̓̀̚ ̱ ̸̠̖̬̓̌̾ͬ̄ͥ̒ͫt̫̤̜͔̠̤̞́̎ͩ̒̑ͧͥ̂h̞̮͈̟̝̩̥̥̀ͣ͘ĕ̷̞̫͂̎̊̄͗ i̹̬̬͓̬̇̕ȑ̍͋̐ͣ̄҉͏̥͖͔̮́ ̼͖͍̝̗͙̱̇̊͂̅̈̋́n̡̨̗̺̜̪̞͙͈̺̜̒̑͐ͣ͒ͪͬ̌a̼̥̝̞̯͎̯̓̂͒ͯͯͮ̃͘ ̺m̈͋ͤ̾̐̓͆̾̓̕҉̟e̊͊͛ͮ̆ͧ̏ͫ҉̞̝̥͈s̝̭̰̾̅ͭͫ̉͢͠?̯͎̏̉̒ͯ ̲̝ ̶̢͊ͪ͌ͭͤ̑̈ͥ͌҉͓̘͖̟͖̗W̸̩͓̩ͩ́́̓̈́͑ͯ̏ȟ̃̂͏͔̥͓͖o͂ͤ̉ͩͬ ̛̝̻͊ ͈͕̠̄͊̍͒̒͐̉̚̕͢͠i̭̗̼̻͕ͫ̎ͪ̉͗͒͆̿̿s̻͇̠̪̝̫͍͓̘̃ͯ̇ ̨͍͙̘ͦ͑̐́͝͡t̢̙̮̃̍̾̿ͧ̓̾h͉͍̣͍͇͐̒͞e̸̗͎̤ͧͬͤ̈ͅ ̶͕̼̳̜͖̮ͭ̉͌͊̆̿ḿ̡̧̭͇ͭͯͦ̽̈͝ă̶̸̱͚̞ͭ̌̐͛̂l͈̤̥̲̔͂͗ͥ̀̚e̎ ͖̮̙̩̦͎̔̑͒ͮͅ ̴͕͖͇̣̼̞̠͎̾̂̕Ḫ̛̝̼̹̪͕̘ͧͨͨ̌ũͨ͏̵̪͖̟mͯ̇͑͒ͩͯͩ̄ͤ̕͏̲̥̬͖̰ ̭̤a̵̙̥̘͛͋̋̌̇́n͇̭͖͈̻̂̍ͬͧͮ̇ ̯̗͉͎ͧ͝iͩͫ̐̿ͥ̓̍҉̡̹̤̤̪͕̣̕n̨̎̿ͫ҉̠̱̪̥̳͚̝̀ ̱̹͌̓̀̆͑́h̶̖̭͇̦͈̦̓͆̃̀͞ȅ̸̘̥̲̥̝̞̘̏̋͂ͩͯr̗͎͎͊͗ͦͤ͜eͧ́̈́͆ ̢̧͎̲̗͍̞͎͎͍̰ ͔̦̙͖̘̞̙̹ͧ͊̇ͮ̎ͥ̃̋ẁ̷̢͙̤̟̲̖̝̿̌̊ȉ̖̼̗̔ͅͅͅt̳̫̪̯̄̏͛͒ͦ͞ͅ ̝h̡̠̠ͬͫͭ̕͢ ̶̭̯͈̣̀̚u̶͇̬̲̲̫̳̰̓̓̏̓ͭͤ͞s̠̳̩̮͔̙̘̞̲̓̉͐ͮ͟?̨̛̫ͭ̒ͤ̈́ ̜̲
͈̰̞͕͚͉͙̯ͧ̿͝"Kai Morioka, the male in here with us. Shari Tsunzaku, the female Monk with heavy scars. Haru, the Druid.
͉̪̜̻̱̘͙̿ͪͨ̒̽͗̂́́͢W̵̦̟̼̒̋̔̊ͦͯ̊̀h̴̩͕̤̀̊ͪ̔ͣͬ̈ͮ͠͡ỏ̹͊̕ ͕̙̟̯̲ ͕̪͚̯̭͈̼̂̋ͥ̆s͓̤͔͈ͩ͛̾̀̎͠͡e̺̠̤̖̻̐͒ͬ͊ͩ͆͐̓n̨̡̬̻̦̳͈͊͝tͪ͐ ͖̩̫͔̰̮̓ͦ̏̅ͦ̚͘ ̥̯̳͕̣̠̞̞ͬ̀̕ȳ̡̖̺̒͜͢o̮̺͛́ͩ̌͒̕͟u̵͚̳̠͚͙̐͒̋̓̿̊͊ͪ̉ͅ?͆͒̉ ̢̯̱̜̟ͥ͋ͯ́̚͝
"Shari, Kai, it's alright. It only knows what I am willing to let it know. I know what I'm doing. We can trust him."