guys im so fricking sorry I completely forgot about this story lmfao. this chapter is bare butt booty cheeks but hey at least its a post?
The man falls back, grasping his eye as I travel to the door, still clutching the makeshift weapon tightly in my hands. As I reach the door, my heart pounds in my chest, matching the rapid breaths escaping my lips. The dim light flickers overhead, casting eerie shadows that dance across the worn floorboards. I steal a glance over my shoulder, the injured man writhing in pain, his huffs echoing through the desolate space.
With each step, the creaking floor beneath me amplifies the tension, as if the very building itself is protesting my escape. The weapon feels heavier now, its weight a tangible reminder of the choices I've been forced to make. My mind races, questioning whether I can truly trust the flicker of freedom that lies beyond the door. The corridor before me is cloaked in darkness, the unknown stretching out before me like a daunting canvas. My senses heighten, and I become acutely aware of every sound, every rustle in the shadows, as I take my first tentative step into the mysterious building.
My steady footsteps quickly become a sprint for safety as I navigate the winding corridors enclosing me in the building, and with each face I pass I see the strange man's face, his left eye crying blood. The sense of urgency propels me forward, the deafening echo of my hurried footsteps reverberating through the desolate building. Every creak and groan of the structure seems to conspire against my escape, amplifying the somewhat inescapable atmosphere. With each turn, the building's layout becomes a puzzle of fear and anticipation. The distorted wails of the injured man seem to echo through the narrow hallways, following me like a haunting melody. I press on, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, the unknown dangers of the night ahead driving me to the brink of my physical limits.
I slump my tiring body onto a wall, my breaths ridged and shallow, "Angel." My heart stops in its tracks, a voice too sinister to be recognisable reverberates down the halls, and within the second, a group of men harmonise as they call my name out, their voices blending together in an unsettling symphony. Multiple footsteps pound down the halls, their unsynchronised stomps similar to that of a herd of horses, and like horses, they move fast. I press my body into the wall, pleading to the Gods above that the bricks may absorb me in this very moment, yet the underlying sense of fear ejects my body back into the hallway, launching me back into the high speed chase.
"Angel! Come out!" The sickly orchestra of the mens voices mix into unsettling melodies as their yells boost me forward even more. And though the hope of escaping this matrix drips through my veins, I know that these men know these halls, they navigate it with ease, their fancy attire swishing as they turn corners according to the direction of my footsteps, leaving me with anything but a solid chance of escape. I somehow return to the room I had just escaped, blood still stains the furthest wall, and the handle of the drawer obviously remains missing, I slip in through the open door, edging it shut as I pant into the palm of my hadn't, muffling any noise that may slip through my open mouth.
"You dumb bitch."
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