bamaboy @bamaboy
The dungeon was dark and damp. It smelled of moldy stone and decay. I had been held captive here for weeks now, unsure of why or how long it would last. My wrists were bound tightly above my head, leaving me to stand in a state of perpetual discomfort.
I could feel the rough stone against my back as I shifted slightly, trying to find some respite from the ache in my shoulders. It was then that I remembered the first time I had seen her – or rather, when I realized she wasn't human. She had come for me like a predator stalking its prey, eyes locked onto mine with an unblinking gaze.
Her touch sent shivers down my spine as she reached out to brush against my cheek with a single finger. The soft caress of her skin was at odds with the cold calculation in her eyes. I couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind that enigmatic stare, and whether I would ever be able to escape this place.
