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The darkness closed in around me like a suffocating shroud. I stood frozen, my wrists bound above my head by ropes that seemed to cut into my skin like razor-sharp blades. The cold air was heavy with the stench of damp earth and moldy stone, and I could feel the weight of my own fear bearing down on me like a physical force.
My eyes were wide with terror as I gazed up at the figure looming above me, its face twisted into a grotesque grimace that seemed to leer at me like a demon from some ancient nightmare. I couldn't see much beyond the flickering torches that cast eerie shadows on the walls, but I could feel the weight of those eyes boring into my skin like hot coals.
I was trapped in this wretched place, with no escape from the horrors that lurked within its crumbling stone walls. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, and I knew that if I didn't find a way to free myself soon, I would be consumed by the very darkness that seemed to have swallowed me whole.
My wrists burned as the ropes cut deeper into my skin, but I couldn't move even if I wanted to. My body felt heavy, weighed down by the chains that bound me to this cold, unforgiving stone floor.
I looked up at him again, and for a moment we just stared at each other, locked in some silent battle of wills. He was so big, his body looming
