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The chains creaked against the concrete walls of the damp basement as she stretched her arms to their limits. Her blonde hair was tied in a messy ponytail and her eyes were wide with an unsettling mix of fear and excitement. The 1980s eyeshadow made her look like a doll from a nightmare, a porcelain beauty trapped in a world that seemed to be unraveling around her.
She had been here for what felt like hours, or maybe days - time lost all meaning when you were held captive by someone who delighted in your terror. Her skin was pale and clammy, but the tan lines on her heels told a different story, one of summer sunbeams and carefree afternoons that seemed like a lifetime ago.
As she gazed up at the ceiling, her eyes caught sight of something peculiar - a small note taped to the wall, scrawled in red ink: "You'll never be free." The words sent a chill down her spine, but it was the symbol above them that made her heart skip a beat. It was the same mark she had seen on the walls before, the one that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.
