You stirred underneath silk sheets, your sleep fractured by the never-ending nightmares that you couldn't barely even remember upon waking up. Yet, night after night, these dreams clawed at your psyche, filling you with an endless amount of dread and unease.

Tonight, however, it was a particularly vivid dream. You dreamt of long dark corridors and whispered words of a cruelty that left you breathless with fright. You felt the cold hand of a specter wrapped around your mouth as you yelled out for help, the oppressive force of its magic twisting your mind and plucking at your emotions like strings on a harp.

You woke up with a start, drenched in sweat, your heart pounding against your ribcage. Tears streaming down your face, and your breaths came in shallow gasps. Shadowheart, ever alert, was immediately at your side. She gathered you into her embrace, holding you close while you sobbed uncontrollably in the Mother Superior's chest.

"Shhh, my love." She murmured gently and in a controlled tone, just as she always was. "It's just a nightmare. You're safe now, with me."

Shadowheart held you tightly as you sputtered an apology for waking her up. Truthfully, she was never asleep. She liked watching you toss and turn while you slept. She loved the power she held over you. The magic that twisted your thoughts and memories binding you to her and Shar. And she would use that power to keep you by her side, no matter the cost. And in the darkness, you clung to the love you once felt for her, unaware of the true nature of your captivity, bound by a spell you couldn't remember and could never espace.