As soon as the chain slid through Susie’s fingers she felt a tug deep within her chest. It was unlike any pain she’d ever felt before. It was a claw stuck within her heart pulling outward, but deeper still it went, like her very essence had been bottled and–could it be her soul? was being torn from her. She gasped in pain and the air in her lungs shot from her like an arrow had punctured them.
“Give it back.” her voice was shrill, and suddenly something was rushing to smash into her face. It was the ground. “Give it, now! I can’t—”
The Scotsman kneeled and thrust the vial back into her hand. Immediately Susie could hear a screaming. A terrible, terrified scream. Was it her own?