Ray stares up in horror at the beast that towered over him. His silver eyes were wide with fear and panic, his body ridged.

Trust me.

  The voice rang through his head, echoing loudly. It gave him a headache...

I'm trying to help you.

  Liar... He knew that this... this creature was lying... right..?

You can trust me.

  Ray didn't know what to think... He was in such a state of panic that he couldn't think straight.
  The creature held out it's clawed hand, staring at him with lifeless, glowing white eyes.

Take my hand. I'll bring you somewhere safe.

  Ray hesitated, his body shaking, refusing to move on his command. His wide silver eyes stared at the hand for a moment before meeting the thing's gaze. He glances back down toward the hand...

Trust me. Everything will be okay, if you just take my hand.

  Ray shook more, testing the pros and cons of this decision.

.........

  His body moved without him even meaning to. His hand gripped the other's, still shaking. Ray's mind screamed at him to let go. To run away and get help, get to safety.

....

  But he didn't.

  He's pretty sure if the creature had a mouth, it would be grinning right now. But the creature's eyes stayed lifeless and cold...

It was too late...
It had claimed him...
There's no. Going. Back.