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20. Yeomorah.
*Sera's POV*
My mind is a barren wasteland. No decent ideas to entertain here as the horrifying man in the livingroom had reduced my brain to a blank flighty mess. I wanted to run straight out of this house, but after retreating to the guest room, I find the window protected by something invisible. Oh no. Shit! I shake my head and remember the ritual I had read earlier and I tiptoe back into Barima's room, the next over, to perform on her body. I need it pristine and wholesome as possible so she might settle into it when I am able to finish what I've started. While I do owe Barima for my actions, I am majorly uncomfortable having her in my body. It's an anxiety sufferer's nightmare. She can constantly survey me, and from inside my own being, it gives me 1984 vibes. She's my version of Big Brother.
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