The darkness is thick, pressing against me, swallowing every trace of light until only the faintest sliver tries to break through, weak and futile. The last traces of the day are slipping away, and with them, my sense of time. How long has it been since he locked me in here? Hours? Days? I can’t tell anymore. Every second bleeds into the next like water seeping through fog. He told me to stay quiet, and for a time, I obeyed. But now, desperation has me calling for help, my voice ragged, raw.

He said no one would hear me, but I’m sure I heard voices earlier, faint and distant. Maybe they don’t know I’m here. Maybe they’re not like him. Perhaps, if I scream loud enough, they’ll come. But I’ve been calling for so long now, my voice barely more than a whisper. My throat is raw, scraped hollow from yelling into the dark.

I’ve tried everything to get out. I’ve thrown myself against the door, kicked it, even tried to wedge my nails into the cracks, pulling and clawing until my fingers bled. The door didn’t budge. It’s as if he sealed it with something more powerful than mere strength, something far more sinister. No matter how hard I try, I can’t break through.

Then, suddenly, there’s a click. My heart stutters, a cold rush of fear sharpening my senses. I think I may have drifted off, just for a moment, but that sound jolts me awake. Is that the lock turning? I press myself into the corner, forcing my breathing to slow. And then I hear it—breathing. Heavy, close, the sound of someone standing just on the other side of the door.

But no light slips through as it opens, only a silhouette fills the space, blocking out everything behind him. I feel him before I see him. That oppressive aura, a darkness that crawls through the air and settles around me like a shroud. His scent, sharp and wild, is thick with something ancient and ruthless.

Then comes the laugh. Low, guttural, a sound that oozes satisfaction, dripping with malice. He’s here for me. He’s taken his time, savouring my fear. I know, in my bones, that it’s time. Time for whatever twisted end he has in mind. And as he steps forward, I feel my heart pounding, my body rigid with terror, knowing there’s no escape from the monster lurking in the shadows.

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