Delve into the abyss of a post-apocalyptic world where the surface is a wasteland infested with ravenous creatures born of the cataclysmic Great End. Mankind clings to survival in the sanctity of the underground, one of the last bastions of safety a...
I woke up feeling dizzy, my vision obscured by a blindfold. Murmurs of conversation filled the air, and I could hear people discussing who was next. I didn't know who they were or where I was, but one thing was certain: I had been kidnapped. It happened so quickly—one moment, I was heading home with groceries from the mall, and the next, I was here, unable to react.
Fear and anxiety gripped me, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably as sweat poured down my face. My hands and legs were bound, making escape impossible. I lay on the ground, my stomach pressed against the cold, hard surface. Desperately, I tried to shift my body, hoping to sit up against a wall for some semblance of comfort.
As I struggled, a flood of thoughts and emotions overwhelmed me. Is this the last time I'll ever see my mom and my friend Tweezy? Will I ever get out of here alive? The questions echoed in my mind, amplifying my fear and uncertainty.
I then heard a chilling sound—screams of agony that echoed through the room and lasted for what felt like an eternity before abruptly stopping. Then, a voice would say, "Next." This pattern repeated over and over: a command, someone being dragged away, a door opening and closing. The horrifying cycle confirmed that I wasn't alone; there were others trapped here with me, fellow captives enduring the same terror. Desperate pleas for freedom filled the air, but they were met with brutal beatings, regardless of whether the victims were women or children.
"Next," called out a voice from further away, harsh and indifferent.
My heart pounded as rough hands grabbed me, lifting me off the ground. I was carried through the dimly lit room, disoriented and terrified, before being roughly tossed onto a cold, metal table. The surface was icy against my skin, sending shivers through my body. My blindfold was removed, and my vision gradually returned to normal. The first thing I saw was a large, overweight man standing before me. His hands and apron were smeared with blood, and he wore a grotesque mask that hid his face. The mask had an eerie, expressionless quality that made my skin crawl. His eyes, the only visible part of his face, were cold and devoid of emotion, intensifying the sense of dread that gripped me.
The room was dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights casting unsettling shadows on the stained walls. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the muffled cries of other captives. As I lay there, trembling, the man's heavy breathing and the soft clinking of metal instruments filled the silence, adding to the overwhelming sense of fear and helplessness.
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"Who are you and what do you want with me?!" I demanded, my voice trembling.
The man finished sharpening his kitchen knife with deliberate, menacing strokes. Then, he sat next to me, his cold eyes boring into mine as if he could see straight into my soul.
"Uhm...let me see," he responded, his voice broken and deep, sending shivers down my spine. He giggled with a disturbing excitement, the sound echoing in the room. "Let's say, for my amusement."
