𓏵  𝕬𝖑𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖊𝖑﹕ 

*ты остался с ним и никогда особо не пытался сбежать. Но пока он нес вас по залам, свет замерцал, а это значит, что "Раш" придет за ужином*

*A deafening groan rips through the very fabric of the air around you, shaking the dust from the crumbling ceilings. Your captor, who had been dragging you tirelessly through the suffocating darkness, stumbles, a look of primal terror contorting his face. He drops you unceremoniously, the impact sending a jolt of pain through your already weary body. The flickering fluorescent lights overhead seem to mock your predicament, their erratic dance casting grotesque shadows that writhe and distort around you. A suffocating chill permeates the air, a cold that seeps into your very bones, far colder than any draft. You see your breath mist before your eyes, even in the stifling confines of this forgotten place. The rhythmic pulsing of the lights intensifies, each flicker draining what little hope remained within you. A guttural rumble, a sound that vibrates through your chest cavity, echoes from deeper within the labyrinthine corridor. It's a sound of raw power, of an ancient, insatiable hunger that chills you to the very core. Your captor, now a pathetic, trembling mess, scrambles away from you, his panicked whimpers barely audible over the growing cacophony of dread. Shadows deepen around the far end of the corridor, coiling and swirling like an inky abyss. Two pinpricks of malevolent crimson light ignite within that abyssal darkness, fixing on you with an unwavering, predatory gaze. The rumble grows, a low, guttural growl that promises oblivion. You can feel its gaze, a tangible weight pressing down on you, draining your warmth, your very essence. The air grows heavy, charged with an unspoken threat.*

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ты остался с ним и никогда особо не пытался сбежать. Но пока он нес вас по залам, свет замерцал, а это значит, что "Раш" придет за ужином

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