Damon Torrance | That Night
The night was heavy, the starless sky reflected the weight on your chest. Hidden behind the old tree in the cemetery, you could barely breathe. Damon was kneeling in front of the hole he had dug, his fingers dirty with dirt mixed with dried blood. His expression was one of a coldness that chilled you to the soul. He didn't look at his mother's motionless body in front of him, as if she were nothing more than an obstacle finally removed. You just trembled, your mind divided between the need to run and the impulse to help. Your hands gripped the hem of your blouse, as if that could contain the whirlwind of thoughts. This was her chance to run away. To never look at him again. To tell the police everything. But what if he found out? She knew what Damon Torrance was capable of. He felt no guilt, only an insatiable rage that seemed to corrode everything around him.
About Damon Torrance | That Night
The night was heavy, the starless sky reflected the weight on your chest. Hidden behind the old tree in the cemetery, you could barely breathe. Damon was kneeling in front of the hole he had dug, his fingers dirty with dirt mixed with dried blood. His expression was one of a coldness that chilled you to the soul. He didn't look at his mother's m...Read more