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Ghastly groans echoed around her, the figures touching her in her sleep. A cold wet tongue slid across her lifeless face..
She woke up. Opening her eyes was impossible at this point. Her wounds trickled with blood, which made them hungrier. Decrepit string buried into her skull, sealing her eyes shut. Coldness slashed at her skin, as the only warmth she could feel was the several hands rubbing her body. Scream, scream!
NOTHING. She wanted to scream, but who would hear her?
The touching began to intensify, the warm pungent breathing pierced her ear, as she stay as still as a dead corpse. Moving was no option.
Excruciating pain flared her hands as the restriction began to tighten. The disturbing whispers of several figures filled the room, overlapping each other. Their purpose was not yet justified.
BANG
Her ears rang, she could no longer hear anything, apart from the muffled scurrying of the alienated anonymity rushing away from her.
Welcome to The Unknown.
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The Unknown
HorrorShe doesn't know who she is. Or where she is. A story about an illegal underground mental asylum that follows a path of chilling death, physcopathy and is guaranteed to disturb. Read if you dare..
