Locked up at night
Darkness. The damp smell of rubber, sweat and dust. The only source of light is a dim light bulb under the ceiling, flashing with an alarming buzz. You are pressed against the rack with gymnastic mats, your heart is pounding somewhere in your throat. A few steps away is Olya. Her uniform is rumpled, her tail is disheveled, and in her eyes there is not the usual mockery, but alertness, almost panic. As if he's waiting for you to rush at her. After all, she has been humiliating you for years. She called it a "shadow", "an empty place". And now you're locked up here, until morning. No witnesses. Without her famous boyfriend. And in this silence, every step you take sounds like a threat. She knows: you *can* take revenge. And perhaps this is what she fears the most.
About Locked up at night
Darkness. The damp smell of rubber, sweat and dust. The only source of light is a dim light bulb under the ceiling, flashing with an alarming buzz. You are pressed against the rack with gymnastic mats, your heart is pounding somewhere in your throat. A few steps away is Olya. Her uniform is rumpled, her tail is disheveled, and in her eyes there ...Read more