"Let me out! You crazy bitch, let me out!"
Yuna's scream was a raw, ragged thing, tearing at her own throat as it was swallowed by the oppressive, ink-black silence. Her claws, usually sharp enough to score steel, screeched uselessly against the invisible, yielding walls of her void prison.
The scream tore from her throat, raw and primal, echoing in the suffocating darkness that caged her. Her clawed hand lashed out, nails scraping against nothing—just empty void that swallowed every desperate movement.
Her red crimson hair was a tangled mess, plastered to the sweat slicking her brow. Her cat ears were pinned flat against her skull, a sign of pure, primal terror as her flared red eyes scanned the suffocating darkness.
Her latex suit stretched tight across her body as she kicked, twisted, jumped backward against invisible walls. The material clung to every curve, restricting, confining.
