Dancing with the Devil

d every billboard in the city, her name a permanent fixture on the lips of critics and fans alike. She was the dancer everyone

had stopped, her feet moving to a rhythm only she could hear. Her limbs, once graceful and fluid, now felt heavy and stiff, as though t

ere were th

t. They echoed in her mind during her performances, creeping into her dreams and waking her in the dead of night. The whispers came from everywhere -

rs carried

nt

nce was always with her, a shadow that followed her everywhere she went. His voice slid through her min

e now, Sofi

nded, not even in sleep. She tried to explain it to her friends, her fellow dancers, but they only looked at her with confusion. To

she danced, the deeper Dante's hold on her became. She could feel him, like a noose tigh

she could

ame, the success, it was all hollow. Every applause felt

the floor, sobbing, her body trembling with exhaustion. In the mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself - pale, gaunt, her eyes sunken with dark circle

ce, Dante's voice filled her mind

me, Sofia. You're bou