Chapter 4 : The Darkness Deepens
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I couldn’t shake the dread that clung to me after Namjoon let me go. His cold lips and the faint taste of blood still haunted me. My only thought was to escape, but no matter how far I went, the mansion felt like a maze designed to keep me trapped.
I wandered through the dark halls, my footsteps echoing in the silence. Every corner felt the same, and I started to lose track of where I had been. I was about to give up when I stumbled into a room that felt like it hadn’t been touched in years. The furniture was covered in a thick layer of dust, and the air smelled old, like the room had been sealed for ages.
It wasn’t the furniture that caught my attention, though. It was the photographs. Black-and-white pictures hung on the walls, each one showing women with hollow eyes and sad smiles. Their faces were beautiful but lifeless, like they had given up hope long ago.
A cold shiver ran down my spine as I stared at them. I wasn’t the first to end up in this nightmare. Namjoon had done this before. I wasn’t special—I was just the next one in a long line of captives. The thought made me sick, and I knew I had to keep moving. But the darkness seemed to press in on me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me.
Then I heard it—the sound of footsteps. They were slow, steady, and getting closer. Panic washed over me. I had to hide, but there was nowhere to go. The doors were locked, and the windows wouldn’t budge no matter how hard I pushed.
I pressed myself against the wall, holding my breath as the footsteps stopped just outside the room. The door creaked open, and a thin line of light cut through the darkness. My heart pounded in my chest as I saw him standing there, his eyes locked onto me like a predator stalking its prey.
"Come now my dear," Namjoon whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "It’s time for our next game."
I wanted to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. Fear rooted me to the spot. I watched helplessly as he took another step closer, his eyes burning with a dark hunger. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as if the mansion itself was closing in on me.
His hand reached out, and though I wanted to scream or fight, nothing came out. I was completely trapped, caught in his twisted world with no escape. His grip tightened on my arm, and I felt the coldness of his skin against mine, pulling me deeper into the nightmare.
Then, as if the darkness itself swallowed me, everything went black.
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