Lakeside

Julie listens, quietly, knowing that Copi can't possibly be done. The succubus knows of torturers who couldn't come up with such a powerful torment. She also knows a certain brother of hers, thankfully dead, who used to delight in doing something skin-crawlingly similar. Trapping his enemies in a moment, still conscious of their existence, yet unable to perceive the rest of reality as anything more than a sickening blur as it speeds by.