Part 2: Spells and Curses

The book flipped open, disobeying all my requests to remain shut.

The embossed symbol radiated brilliant light, blinding me. I fell down on my knees, as I sensed a million souls hustling around.

My grip on the bedsheet grew tighter as I felt someone breath out warm air on my neck, whispering praises in my ears. His hands were all over my back, with his fingers brushing my ribs. The sensation firmly grasped all my wit and consciousness. 

“TUNISTANIAH HAHMELA" was all that I could yell.

The candles extinguished, leaving me in complete darkness. But was I finally alone?