The crimson eyes would drag you down into the shadows of his mind, sending chills down your spine. You felt your entire will to live just disappear in that instant, wondering why you couldn't find it...you just gave up, eventually just having hope for a painless death. What you had felt was something that was lost in that moment, as you opened your eyes not feeling the seem to be shadows crushing your very soul, you sighed out all of the angsty emotions that you had in your mind before they all came back at the same time. You realized you weren't all that free, you turned your head slowly worry beginning to plaster your face molding you into a mannequin of fear and anguish. You were trapped in a room filled with bars, cold air, a stone bed...no pillows to keep you comfy...no blanket to keep you warm. Just you...your thoughts...the cold air...trapped...
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Trapped
HorrorA weapon of mass destruction, cursed the darkness of what seemed to be the world of mentor. A subtle but sharp screech of a minor flick, the sound of blades rubbing against each other, grinding the metals screeching in the air.
