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It's All For The Keeper Now
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Ongoing, First published Jul 04, 2016
Daniel started struggling against the ropes that were keeping him attached to the chair.

"What are you doing?" a voice said, coming the from the darkness around him. He stopped abruptly, looking back into the shadows.

"What do you think? I'm trying to escape." he replied, breathless from his struggles.

"But, why? You're for the keeper now."

Then silence filled the air.
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Warning: Graphic scenes of violence and torture, do not view if you are easily offended or triggered by these sorts of scenes. Read at your own risk - but also enjoy..
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(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?