A week had passed since Y/N was taken to the old mansion. The days and nights blurred together in a haze of pain and fear. The figure, who had revealed itself to be a twisted captor, continued its torment, taking pleasure in Y/N's suffering.
Y/N's body bore the marks of countless cuts and bruises, each one a reminder of the nightmare they were living. Despite the agony, a spark of defiance remained within them. They spent every waking moment searching for a way to escape, studying the room and the figure's movements, hoping for an opportunity.
One night, when the figure left the basement to attend to something upstairs, Y/N noticed a loose brick in the wall near the table. With trembling hands, they managed to pry it free, revealing a small, dark tunnel behind it. The space was barely large enough to crawl through, but it was their only chance.
Summoning every ounce of strength, Y/N wriggled through the opening, the rough edges of the bricks scraping against their skin. The tunnel was pitch black and seemed to stretch on forever, but Y/N pressed forward, driven by the hope of freedom.
After what felt like an eternity, they emerged into a small, hidden room. The air was musty, and the only light came from a tiny window high above. Y/N climbed up and peered out, seeing the dense forest that surrounded the mansion. They knew they had to move quickly before the figure discovered their absence.
With determination, Y/N scrambled out of the window and into the forest. The night was dark and the terrain treacherous, but they pushed on, fueled by the desire to escape the horrors of the mansion. Each step took them further away from their captor and closer to freedom.
Finally, as dawn began to break, Y/N stumbled upon a road. Exhausted and injured, they flagged down a passing car, collapsing into the arms of a kind stranger who promised to get them to safety. As the car sped away, Y/N looked back at the distant silhouette of the mansion, vowing never to return to that place of nightmares.

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my creepypasta story
Horrorok so this is a made up story I came up with I hope you enjoy and I don't know for sure of which Creepypasta character I want it to be so I'll make it up as I go