He emerged from the shadows, a creature born from the depths of darkness and the very essence of destruction. Nameless, without family, his existence shackled by an unyielding fate that decreed a life steeped in anguish and torment. A prisoner in th...
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Silas.
The candle flames danced wildly, casting eerie, flickering shadows that danced across the room. Sweat dripped from his forehead, tracing the contours of his tense muscles.
His fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his palm, a futile attempt to ground himself. His breathing oscillated between slow, controlled breaths and rapid, shallow gasps.
"Mom..."
A tender voice, laced with both fear and longing, pierced the oppressive darkness that surrounded him.
He couldn't discern the source of the voice, for he himself had become an indistinguishable silhouette in the obsidian void.
"Mom...mom..."
The voice continued to call out, growing more desperate with each repetition. It tugged at something deep within him, a thread of empathy that stirred his heart.
He followed the plaintive voice, navigating the darkness until he stumbled upon an old wooden cupboard. From within, soft whimpers and cries of a child reached his ears, each utterance laden with fear and vulnerability.
"M-mom d-dad...please...let me out... I pro-promise I'll be... good...it's scary..."
The child's words were a heart-wrenching plea, and the depth of his suffering filled the formless void with an overwhelming sense of pity and sympathy. The boy continued to cry and beg for release, but there was no sign of anyone coming to his aid.
"Let me out..."
Then, as abruptly as the cries had begun, they ceased. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the sharp sound of a loud bang. It was followed by the eerie, haunting sound of fingernails scraping against the wooden boards, sending shivers down his spine.
"Let me out."
Another deafening bang, an unrelenting assault on the cupboard's confines, now devoid of any trace of pleas or tenderness. The tone had shifted into a frenzied, malevolent cadence.
Immediately, an onslaught of relentless banging commenced, the wooden structure itself seeming to quiver and groan in protest.
"Let me out!Let me out! Let me out!"
The pleas had mutated into enraged, maniacal screams that clawed at the very fabric of sanity.
"Let me out!...let me out! Let me out! Let me out!..."
The voice descended into a grotesque, nightmarish cadence, its timbre growing deeper and grating, imbued with an unmistakable intent to kill.
It wouldn't stop. The relentless barrage of sound showed no signs of abating, and it clawed into Silas's psyche like a thousand razor-sharp talons.
"Make it stop!"
The anguished plea echoed in Silas's mind, a desperate cry for respite from the never-ending torment.
