RANDO | HORROR | GRIM
The Revenge
He could hear everything but dare not open his eyes
He was drowsy and confused. When he allowed his lids to lift slightly, his stomach rolled in fear.
A putrid darkness seemed to suffocate the air, as the shape of a woman swam before his eyes. He tried to speak, but failed.
Where am I?
“You thought you could escape me,” she taunted, each syllable laced with malicious gratification that turned his blood to stone. “But there is no fleeing from the reckoning that awaits your damned soul, my lover.”
Her vile words hung heavily in the air like a sinister curse. With each syllable uttered, he felt his sanity ebbing away, as if being sucked into a void of endless despair.
Lover? but he did not know this woman!
His parched throat spasmed as he fought for words. Desperation clawed at him, and he renewed his struggle against the ropes that bit deep into his flesh. Yet the more he fought, the tighter the mysterious bonds seemed to grow and worm their way inside him, holding him to his grim fate.
Her laughter sliced through the darkness like a blade lacerating what remained of his clarity. She circled him like a ravenous vulture, her breath smothering him with an oppressive dread.
