Phoebe didn’t know much about binding rituals, so she was unsure how long the initial phase was supposed to last. It was over a bit faster than she’d anticipated, though, as the light faded until it only glowed white through her skin. Phoebe had kept her vision locked on the door, waiting for someone to burst through and discover her predicament, but now that she was thoroughly prepared there was only one thought in her mind: Where was the second person?
Consumptions required two people (well, both rituals required two entities, but that was beside the point.) Two people, doomed to be physically merged cell-by-cell until all that was left was… Phoebe didn’t actually know what the end result was. She’d overheard someone describe it as slop once and decided not to investigate further.
Phoebe wondered if her captor was going to bind himself to her, if this was some convoluted suicide plan. Was she picked at random, or chosen specifically? If it was the latter, then...
She struggled against her bindings, realizing that she could struggle now that the first phase of the ritual was complete. With that knowledge, she screamed as loud as she could, but the sound was too muffled by the gag for anyone in another car to be able to hear her.