"Who are you? What is this place? Where am I?" The beauty glared at the man in the metal mask.
He didn't say a word.
"Let me out!" Hot tears sprung up in her eyes. But the man turned away, and left her in the dungeon.
"They will come for you, if you keep making noise." were his last words. They also happened to be the last human words she would ever hear.
It was dark. The air stank of mildew and oil. She fluffed the gigantic skirts of her dress and stood up. It felt like the room went on forever, yet she could touch the ceiling.
"HEY!" she yelled, disregarding the man's warning. "HELLO? ANYONE THERE?"
-Ere, re, e, e... came the echo.
Unable to stop herself, she shouted "ECHO!"
-O, o, o, o... repeated the echo.
And then CLANK
-ank, ank, ank...
SCREECH
-reech, ree, ee...
STOMP, STOMP, CLANG, SCREECH
A cacophony of sounds came back as the echo tried to sort things out.
Finally, a long HISSSSSSSSS, the sound of steam escaping.
She tried to hold back the reflexory movement of grabbing a teapot off the stove.
And finally, a gleam of oil-light on brass.
"Who- who- are-" She was unable to finish the sentence.
They were brass humanoids, pipes running from their thick feet into their plated chests to their sausage-like-fingers. Their cubic heads had eye-hollows and a rattling cover on their heads spouted steam, rising up and clattering down again.
One of them pulled out a chainsaw from behind its back. "D-E-A-T-H"
"N-O-I-S-E"
"M-E-A-N-S"
"D-E-A-T-H"
The saw whirred to life and the room filled with steam.
But nobody heard her screams.
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Gloves Up Competition by DiamondSolstice
SonstigesFor the "Gloves Up| A Multi-Genre SmackDown Contest" competition. Every chapter an answer to a new prompt that came out with the round.
