Empty Shell
Ara's cries echoed in my head as players swarmed her, their laughter and chaos like a sickening backdrop. I fought against the chains, but it was like wrestling a never-ending nightmare.
Closing my eyes didn't silence the voices.
"Let me go!"
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm so scared."
"Please help me."
It echoed in my mind; I couldn't see what was coming, but not watching felt like a sin in this messed-up garden I'd cultivated.
You reap what you sow.
In a bloodshot rage, I roared, "Enough! You scumbags! She's innocent! If you want revenge, come at me!" Their laughter just added fuel to the wildfire of desperation and fury within me.
I didn't know why they did this horrifying thing!? Do they even care about their members?! Or was it what they called "have fun".
'Damn it, Tiamat. Hurry up with that hack!' I screamed in my mind, but either she didn't hear or her voice drowned in Ara's suffering.