I Might As Well
‘Freeze.’ Krystal, as much as she wanted to, found herself unable to move. ‘Don’t make a sound.’ And, just as quickly, her voice had left her. Not that she’d be able to move her tongue or lips to form speech even if she were able to use her voice, due to my previous order. Krystal was still staring straight at me, her hand still on the doorknob, holding it open. The occasional blinking of her eyes, an auto-reflexive muscle response that she didn’t willingly control, coupled with the elevated...