“Someone … help … me!” he screamed; each word ripped his throat raw.
r u ppl rly losin ur shit over a # wickd was a bigger change than this i didn’t even see this much backlash about the no telepathy thing frankly im more pressed abt that tbh
He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air.
Words burst from Gally’s mouth. “They … can control me … I don’t—” His eyes bulged, a hand went to his throat as if he were choking. “I … have … to …” Each word was a croaking cough. Then he stilled, his face calming, his body relaxing.