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2025-05-29 03:13:43The False Hope
Lita's whispered instructions, which Violet remembered as if they were a desperate plea, led
her down a winding staircase into the depths of the Romano villa.
With each step down, the
air became heavier and more humid.
The smell of lye was replaced by the earthy, musty
smell of old stone and still water.
As the darkness grew, it swallowed up the weak light coming from the upper floors.
Violet had to feel her way around, with her fingers trailing along the cold, rough walls.
The basement was a maze of long-forgotten rooms and dark corners, home to the quiet spirits of
people who had lived there before.
The faint beams of moonlight that came through the dirty, high-set windows made the cobweb-covered furniture and piles of old crates look brighter.
Dust motes danced in the light.
Violet finally found the tunnel entrance after following Lita's
vague directions, which included a crumbling brick pillar and a rusted iron door hanging dangerously on its hinges.
It was hidden behind a loose stone in the wall of what looked like it used to be a huge wine
cellar.
The stone was heavy and cold under her fingers, and it groaned as it gave way, making an eerie sound in the quiet.
Behind it, there was a narrow, dark opening that smelt like wet dirt and something else, something metal and a little creepy.
A weak tendril of hope grew inside Violet's chest, hesitant but strong.
This might be it.
The way out.
A chance to break free from the Romano estate's suffocating hold and make a new path, even if it's not clear what it will be.
Violet pushed through the narrow opening, her body scraping against the rough edges of the stone.
She was filled with adrenaline and a strong desire for freedom that made her ignore her
caution.
The tunnel was short and dark, and it felt like it was closing in on me.
She moved slowly forward, her hands outstretched to feel for anything in her way.
There was only the soft scuff of her shoes on the wet ground and the frantic beating of her
heart.
She had only taken a few steps into the dark when her foot brushed against
something tight and thin that was stretched across the tunnel floor.
A sharp, metallic click came from deep within the passage before she could react or even think about how dangerous it was.
A wire that trips.
The sound echoed in the small space, making the sudden, scary realisation even stronger.
This wasn't an easy way to get away.
It was a trap.
"Not all paths lead to freedom," Lita's cryptic warning rang in her head.
Her
weak hope was gone, and a cold wave of fear took its place.
The tunnel's darkness, which had seemed like a way out just a moment ago, now felt like the jaws of a waiting beast.
A low, grinding sound started to come from the bottom of the tunnel.
It was a mechanical groan that sounded like gears turning and something heavy and scary getting ready to happen.
The air shook with the hidden device, and the narrow passage was filled with a sense of danger that was almost tangible.
Whatever had been set off by the tripwire was now coming towards her without any way to stop it, hidden in the dark.
The promise of freedom had turned into a terrifying unknown, and Violet was trapped, alone, in the suffocating blackness, the grinding gears signalling an
unknown and almost certainly deadly end.
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