"Foolish! Humans always fall for pity." a distorted voice remarked. That voice. That voice does not come from a child. Immediately, I pulled back.
The child I once saw, was no longer a child. It had protruding horns and razor-sharp claws that looked as if they could cut through diamond like butter. Ebony-black wing sprouted out of their back, similar to that of a hawk. Where, once was a blindfold, blood-red eyes pierced through my soul, cat-slit pupils judging every mistake I made in the past. Its right eye had a scar. If I was terrified before, this is real horror. I sprinted to the door, ignoring the claw marks on my torso burning in despair. I had to focus on getting out.
"Not so fast, pesky human." uttered the voice. Its claws wrapped around me. I struggled to breathe. I felt the line between life and death disappear. I could feel death welcoming me. Black dots started to appear in my vision.
"Don't die on me yet. I still need you." the voice gargled. Next thing I know, excruciating pain went through my body as white clouded my vision. The desire to live vanished. I wanted to die. I wanted to escape this nightmare. I fainted.
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The Devil's Room
ContoPain. Torture. Death. These simple meaningless words are tied with strings to the puppeteer, that controls my life, with every tug of the threads. What is the meaning of life?