Astrid's tears had subsided, leaving behind a deep sense of worry and fear. She wiped her cheeks, her heart heavy with concern for Thomas.
The silence that enveloped the shelter only intensified her unease, urging her to venture out of the cabinet.
She opened the cabinet door slowly, her senses on high alert.
As she stepped out, the weight of the unknown pressed upon her, causing her to feel lost and disoriented.
Determination coursed through her veins, fueling her strenght to find Thomas, no matter the cost.
Astrid's breaths came in quick gasps as she searched for any sign of where Thomas might have been taken.
Panic threatened to consume her, but she fought against it, focusing on her love for him and the desperate need to ensure his safety.
Suddenly, angry screams pierced the air, echoing through the distance.
Astrid's heart skipped a beat, her instincts compelling her to follow the source of the commotion.
Without hesitation, she sprinted towards the sound, a mix of fear and anxiety propelling her forward.
The flickering streetlights shows shadows on the walls, heightening her anxiety.
As Astrid pushed through the crowd, her heart pounding in her chest, she arrived at a clearing where Thomas stood, elevated on a makeshift stage.
The onlookers formed a sea of hostile faces, their eyes filled with anger.
Astrid's breath caught in her throat as she took in the grim scene.
Dread washed over her as she realized the severity of the situation.
Thomas met her gaze with a mix of love and sadness.
Astrid yelled, "No! You can't do this! Please, let him go!"
Her voice trembled with urgency, echoing through the tense atmosphere.
But her pleas fell on deaf ears as the mob remained resolute, their desire for retribution unwavering.
General Matt stepped forward. "Thomas, you stand accused of disloyalty against the state. Your actions have endangered the lives of countless innocents. Justice must be served."
Thomas stood tall, his eyes locked with Astrid's, his voice firm.
"I have only fought for what I believe in, for a better future. My love for Astrid and my conviction for justice have guided me. I stand by my choices."
Astrid's heart swelled with admiration and anguish as she watched Thomas bravely face his impending fate.
She knew she had to find a way to save him, to prevent this tragic ending from becoming their reality.
The executioner raised his axe high above his head, the sharp blade glinting in the sunlight.
Thomas knelt before him, his hands tied behind his back, his eyes filled with fear and resignation.
Astrid stood in the crowd, her hands clenched into fists, tears streaming down her face.
She could hardly bear to watch as the executioner brought the axe down with a swift and brutal motion.
The crowd gasped as Thomas's head rolled to the ground, blood spurting from his neck.
Astrid let out a piercing scream, her heart breaking at the sight of her beloved being so brutally taken from her.
She pushed her way through the crowd, falling to her knees beside Thomas's lifeless body.
She cradled his head in her hands, tears falling onto his cold, pale face.
"THOMAS, NO! PLEASE, NO!" she cried, her voice filled with anguish and despair. But it was too late.
Thomas was gone, his life extinguished in a single, cruel moment.
Astrid's screams echoed through the square, a haunting lament for the love she had lost.
She screamed and screamed until her voice grew hoarse and her throat felt raw.
She couldn't stop the panic and fear that consumed her, the overwhelming sense of dread that seemed to suffocate her.
She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up or escape the terror that gripped her.
Her screams echoed off the walls, bouncing back at her in a pain of sound that only served to heighten her fear.
She felt like she was losing control, like she was being consumed by the darkness that surrounded her.
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Black Magic
Mistero / ThrillerA woman in the 19th century curses her husband with black magic, she doesn't know the exchange of that, it might end her whole bloodline.
