~ | Virtual | ~

Vanessa sat in her bunker, looking down at the dirt floor and watching a spider scurry across. It was dark, and from above she could hear the thumps of metal footsteps pursuing after much lighter, hurried ones. The mask on her face was beginning to grow hot, so she considered taking it off.
" No. " she told herself, fidgeting with her dainty hands that were shaking from the Autumn cold. " My Lord wouldn't like that. "
She felt a cold tingle go down her spine as she heard a faint click from the trapdoor lock above her, jerking her head up to see the player's hand sneak through the wood to open it..

⚠️ ~ WARNING ~ ⚠️

This book contains subject matters that some readers might find unsettling . These include ;

- Extreme Violence

- Descriptive Gore

- Themes of Suicide and Mental disorders

- Romance

- Strong language

- Child murder

- Horror themes