I can tell Zoe’s fighting it, trying to turn away and run. I can’t tear my eyes away from the spiral that’s spinning in front of me. My body isn’t responding to my thoughts. My thoughts aren’t… there… foggy and slow. I bring my hand to my head which feels full of cotton and empty.
Zoe turns to see if I’m coming, feeling the spiral and the man who’s enslaving women. She glances at the spiral as she tries to shake me awake. As she glances her eyes become more fixed on the swirling black and white pattern. She relaxes beside me.
Captured, her head foggy and slow.