bamaboy @bamaboy
The memories of that fateful night still haunt me like a ghostly whisper in the darkness. I remember the sound of chains clinking against my wrists as I was dragged deeper into the depths of this forsaken place. My heart pounded with every step, fueled by rage and terror. But amidst all the chaos, there was something else - something primal that stirred within me. A spark that ignited a fire of defiance in my soul.
I recall the stench of damp earth and mold as I stood tall, trying to conceal the fear from my eyes. My gaze met his, and I saw the twisted amusement dancing across his face like a macabre waltz. It was then that I realized - I wasn't here to be broken; I was here to be remade. And with that realization came an insatiable hunger for revenge.
My eyes lock onto him once more, burning with an unquenchable fury as I savor the memories of that night. The way my body felt, the pain, the humiliation - all these sensations only fueled my determination to survive. My heart beats stronger now, and I know what I must do. I'll make sure he pays for what he's done to me, no matter the cost.
I begin by looking around the dungeon more carefully. The cold, damp air is heavy with the smell of mold. It's hard to see in the dim light, but I notice that there are bars on each wall of this cell - I
