[i](direct continuation, merging as instructed)[/i]
[b]"What will it be?"[/b]

"Oh god, I don't know!" she sobbe,c trying to get up even though her legs could barely support her weight. With a defeated, broken moan she fell back into sticky tag, covering face with her hands. Anything, anything you want..."

[b]"Anything? So how about I take [i]everything[/i]!"[/b]

"What?" Margaret managed to raise her head fast enough to see a thin, almost skeletal hand shoot from the surrounding darkness and touch her forehead. She inhaled sharply, instinctively preparing for a pain... that never came. Just a small sting of sharp finger point breaking the skin.

[b]"See? Wasn't that bad, was it?"[/b] the mechanical voice asked with obvious mirth, but girl could not feel any change. Nothing seemed different from moment ago. She was still alone, trapped, and whatever was coming after was was getting really close. She could almost see its lumbering mass now. And if she could see it, it meant...

"You lied... " she whispered, and then repeated louder, "You lied, you fucking..." she didn't finish, instead focusing on getting up again. ONly now it was getting to her that there was no escape, no help; whatever the thing with thin, pale hand was it would not do anything. White buzz replaced all logical thought, and, pushed forward by the animalistic fear, Margaret managed to get back on her feet and, with one shoulder pushed into soft, yielding wall for support. And then the hand appeared again, but this time the thin, long fingers wrapped around her neck, not cutting off the air but holding surprisingly fast.

[b]"Not so fast."[/b] Sardhed's voice, while still amused, now grew cold and distant.[b] "I gave you a gift. You're not getting away without properly appreciating it first." [/b]

Margaret had no time to argue about it, or even try to break free, because the same instant their pursuer finally caught up. It was huge, lumbering mass, barely visible. It's flesh writhed and pulsed, each part in different, uncoordinated rhythm. Even its movements, as much as one could decipher them, seemed jagged and random. Margaret cold feel the moment their eyes met - assuming the thing even had eyes - before it looked away, somewhere ahead, began moving again. Moment later, it was gone, the whole area quiet and still again. 

"What.. happened?" she whispered, as if breaking the silence would bring the monster back. She didn't even notice the hand slipping away back into the shadows. 

[b]"That was my gift. Pretty useful, isn't it? You will thank me later. For now, have fun with it. I'll be back. Probably."[/b] And then its presence, obvious until then, vanished, leaving Margaret alone in the dark corridor, with ten times more questions than answers. 

It didn't take long before she rested enough to be able to get up and walk again, and this time for some reason, she immediately found a corridor that felt different. The walls thickened and stilled, became more stone like. Mysterious fluid drained to occasional poodles on the floor, and even smell seemed to thin out. It was still dark, though, only now hitting her head against the surprise ceiling or scraping her knee against a wall in the darkness actually hurt.There also didn't seem to be any trace of anyone else.

That was, until someone screamed, from not far away. It didn't sound like fear, or anger; rather pain - a horrible, overwhelming pain. Someone was hurt, and badly. Without thinking, Margaret sped up trying to feel the way ahead in barest yellowish light,all to happy to forget about what had happened not long ago. 

"Hello?!" she called, hoping that, whoever screamed would still be conscious enough to reply. Without that, she had no hope of finding them in this twilight. "Can you hear me?! Please, say something!