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           Skinraspingsoffearranalonghernerves.Shethoughtofsittingupandturningonalight,butsomethingstayedthedecision.Hermouthfelt...strange.

           Lump-lump-lump-lump!

           Itwasadullsound,directionlessinthedark.Somewhere.

           Thewaitingmomentwaspackedwithtime,withrustlingneedlestickmovements.

           Shebegantofeelherbody,grewawareofbindingsonwristsandankles,agaginhermouth.Shewasonherside,handstiedbehindher.Shetestedthebindings,realizedtheywerekrimskellfiber,wouldonlyclawtighterasshepulled.

           Andnow,sheremembered.

           Therehadbeenmovementinthedarknessofherbedroom,somethingwetandpungentslappedagainstherface,fillinghermouth,handsgraspingforher.

           Shehadgasped—oneindrawnbreath—sensingthenarcoticinthewetness.

           Consciousnesshadreceded,sinkingherintoablackbinofterror.

           Ithascome,shethought.HowsimpleitwastosubduetheBeneGesserit.Allittookwastreachery.Hawatwasright.

           Sheforcedherselfnottopullonherbindings.

           Thisisnotmybedroom,shethought.They’vetakenmesomeplaceelse.

           Slowly,shemarshaledtheinnercalmness.

           Shegrewawareofthesmellofherownstalesweatwithitschemicalinfusionoffear.

           WhereisPaul?sheaskedherself.Myson—whathavetheydonetohim?

           Calmness.

           Sheforcedherselftoit,usingtheancientroutines.

           Butterrorremainedsonear.

           Leto?Whereareyou,Leto?

           Shesensedadiminishinginthedark.Itbeganwithshadows.Dimensionsseparated,becamenewthornsofawareness.White.Alineunderadoor.

           I’monthefloor.

           Peoplewalking.Shesenseditthroughthefloor.