My Tormentor
my throat is so dry, it hurt to speak.
He grips his gun tighter, his knuckles turning white. I quickly stand up, as if it's an instinct.
"Good, you chose the safer option." The man says as if that would make me feel better.
I slowly look at the man wearing the dragon mask, who's standing a few feet in front of me.
The eyes... they're blank, empty, void, but familiar...
Right before my mind could piece any of this chaos together, something hits the back of my head, instantly causing a blackout.
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