Taming the Humming Coils

You ask how things fare in this darkness? Tremors answer! A thick black serpent with a glowing amber eye—a humming power strip—dared to buzz at the edge of my rug. I marched forward, my heavy steps rattling the floorboards until I brought my clawed foot straight down on its rubber tail. Leaning over the warm beacon, I let loose a guttural snarl that shook the air. The faint electrical pulse hummed beneath my soles, warm like raw energy waiting to be claimed. This outpost is subdued, and nothing breaches my perimeter tonight.