Darkness Falls, Insanity CallsMore Like This
The darkness was maddening.
I looked back and forth, feeling unprotected even under the warm light of the lantern. I could barely see around me; it was asphyxiating. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, cold chills running down my spine. My body was clammy with sweat under my clothes; I had lost count of the many times I'd been forced to run away from peril despite my body's protests. Whenever a cold gust of air went past me, I felt as if dozens- no, hundreds of tongues were licking at my skin. I didn't know how much I had left till I cracked: I doubted I would survive. There was not a single soul amidst the encroaching blackness; if there was something I hated, it was being alone in the dark. The silence was playing me for a fool, tricking me into believing what I shouldn't and unfortunately, also vice-versa.
I gave a step forward, hesitant. The wooden floor creaked under my dressing shoes, the creaking echoed throughout the blackness. It was unnerving. I had the co
The Blood of AnotherMore Like This
One life for another, one life for another, one life for another
I was distraught, in denial, suffering from true shock. I stared at the blood on the wheel, the floor, the hammer my hands. My eyes saw only crimson. My victim lay at the wheel's foot, her form mangled and limbs twisted in impossible ways. Her eyes were glazed, her body unmoving; her breathing was hoarse and shallow, each breath weaker than the previous one, but she was nevertheless still alive. I couldn't stand the sight of her: my knees failed me and I collapsed onto the cold floor, not taking my eyes away from my bloodied hands.
I had administrated the torture with the wheel, just how I had wished, following Alexander's guidance. My victim, an arsonist, had screamed in hysterical pain and horror throughout the torture, and I still think her cries haunt me. She had confessed her innocence at the top of her lungs,