Eeriness seeped through every nook and cranny of the nasty dungeon, in which Robert was held captive. He couldn't for the life of him figure out where any of the openings were. He wondered from where he was brought in. He felt as if a mask🎭 of mysterious mist covered the space around him, though he could not see it.
Suddenly he was urged to sleep, because in the fairy🧚 stories that he had listened from his aayah had reformed his mindset. It stated, very assertively if I say so myself, that whenever one can't figure out the solution to a problem, if they sleep on it before running their minds through it, they might figure the answer in their dreams.
Vainly, Robert thought that he had used far too much of his (useless) time to think through the problem at hand, and could now rest his brain for a little while. He was scared, but he wasn't anxious. He knew his sister wouldn't rest until she found him safe. Also, he was thoroughly enjoying atleast a day or two worth's time away from his constantly nagging father.
Oh how he wished to live without him, he didn't know he had it in himself to conceive such malicious conspiracies pertaining to his father. Yes he was grateful, grateful for every single thing his father had provided for him. He even knew that the 'nagging' was for his own good. Nevertheless, he just didn't want to accept the fact. How could he after all? He had his pride blocking the path. As if on cue, a door creaked open. He was startled. His face was a map of awe and fear.
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