“Just one step, just one step” echoed the voices inside his head. He could taste the fear at the back of his throat, his head buzzed. “There is no way out,” said the same voices, inside his head. “Just one more step and you shall know peace like you never have before,” said the same voices, sounding […]
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The Basement
His hands were red. The metallic, coppery smell still hung in the air. It was messy but he still had a lot of time left, with her. He grinned to himself as he headed towards the kitchen and helped himself to a cold beer. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he imagined […]