Grunting through her teeth was what Arabella had been reduced to. Not that anyone ordered silence… She forced that condition on herself all on her own.
Every inch of that needle was felt as it sank into her ever so agonizingly slowly.
"Keep it together for a moment longer, my Lady," Damiana encouraged her.
Arabella was able to respond with nothing but hushed and broken sobs through her clenched jaws.
A familiar touch landed so very gently upon her forehead before caressing down her hair. Silas kept repeating that cycle over and over until she managed to open her eyes even though just slightly.
By then it seemed that the syringe did not need to go any deeper into her chest, thus providing a sliver of relief for as long as it sat still.
However, when the plunging stopped, the syphoning replaced it, earning yet another gasp out of her along with a short yelp in addition.
All in all giving the impression the tool attempted to suck more than a chunk of her soul out.
