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     You hastily awake to a deepening crimson puddle under you, it seems as if the dark room will consume you as your fear begins to take control. You see your broken reflection once more as you look in the crimson puddle. You fall back towards nothing in fear,  shaking hands placed onto your head,your fingers grasping your messy hair as you try to get a grip on reality. 
     "No no no..." You repeat trying to get the image away, but it returns once more, haunting your mind as anxiousness fills you to the brim. You scream into the internal emptiness, wishing for a small sign of hope. In a matter of seconds, something greedily grabs you, dragging you along relentlessly.
     Your broken screams echo in the empty halls. No one hears, no one comes to save you, you are alone once more. Your vision grows blurry as small tears slowly form in your eyes. You look and see your body is being dragged to a glimmering  light, you wish you could think it was hope, but you know it isn't, there's no hope in this hellish nightmare. The light gets closer, your anxiety brims. You feel warmth from the light, is that fire? A small almost soundless scream escapes from your mouth. In less than a second you feel long, slim, finger like objects gently placed on top of your mouth.
     A few small droplets gently escape your eyes and land on the claws of this beast. The grip tightens and sharp pain stabs your lips as you try your best not to cry. But in a moment of panic you burst out in harsh sobs. The only response is the beast gently moving its claws down to your neck, leaving trails of blood where they rested. Every touch seemed to injure harsher than lightning.  The claws tightly wrap around your neck, clenching to the point of suffocation. Your almost lifeless body is trailed across the corridor once more.

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