Her Worst Nightmare
Before I could say anymore, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the wormhole, wrapping his arms around me as we plummeted into the depths of the blackest chasm, tumbling, careering along the pathway so fast that my head spun, and my teeth chattered with the force of the fall.
It felt like the drop might last forever; that this was all there ever was, and all there ever would be, with no possible end in sight. The farther we fell, the colder it felt, and the harder the air whipped and lashed at my face and hands, like being caught in the vice-like grip of a torrential storm of ice and snow.
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