Her eyes darted around the room. The shelves. The crates. The herbs scattered on the floor. The dim light. She was disoriented — waking from unconsciousness to find herself being fucked by something she couldn't see. Because I was still invisible.
"WHAT — what is happening?!" She tried to sit up. I pushed her back down — one hand on her chest, between her breasts, holding her flat. Her eyes went wider. She could feel the hand. But she couldn't see it.
"A ghost," she whispered. Her voice shook. "A ghost is — it's — something is inside me —"
Her eyes found the doorway. Mira and Helena stood there — visible, calm, watching. Relief flooded her face.
"Lady Mira! Lady Helena! Please — something is — there's something —"
Mira said nothing. Helena said nothing. They watched.
Rosalind's face crumpled. "Please — why won't you — it's inside me — something is — AAANGH~!!"
