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Skin
raspings
of
fear
ran
along
her
nerves
.
She
thought
of
sitting
up
and
turning
on
a
light
,
but
something
stayed
the
decision
.
Her
mouth
felt
.
.
.
strange
.
Lump
-
lump
-
lump
-
lump
!
It
was
a
dull
sound
,
directionless
in
the
dark
.
Somewhere
.
The
waiting
moment
was
packed
with
time
,
with
rustling
needlestick
movements
.
She
began
to
feel
her
body
,
grew
aware
of
bindings
on
wrists
and
ankles
,
a
gag
in
her
mouth
.
She
was
on
her
side
,
hands
tied
behind
her
.
She
tested
the
bindings
,
realized
they
were
krimskell
fiber
,
would
only
claw
tighter
as
she
pulled
.
And
now
,
she
remembered
.
There
had
been
movement
in
the
darkness
of
her
bedroom
,
something
wet
and
pungent
slapped
against
her
face
,
filling
her
mouth
,
hands
grasping
for
her
.
She
had
gasped
—
one
indrawn
breath
—
sensing
the
narcotic
in
the
wetness
.
Consciousness
had
receded
,
sinking
her
into
a
black
bin
of
terror
.
It
has
come
,
she
thought
.
How
simple
it
was
to
subdue
the
Bene
Gesserit
.
All
it
took
was
treachery
.
Hawat
was
right
.
