The words were dead before they even left my lips. Their meaning lost in translation. Empty noise reverberates in my skull as my thoughts mosh around, breaking against my sanity. I can't scream, even though that's all I want to do. My throat is dry, closed up. Her eyes gaze at me as they desperately search for a sound... a sound I can't produce.
I can't move.
I can't think.
What has she done to me?
Her poison is now running through my veins, and spreading fast.
The wicked *****!
I can feel myself dying.
Knees weaken.
Hands get cold.
Heart rate dropping.
Last thing I see is her evil grin as I fall to the ground taking my last breath.