DARK CASTER
Dark, almost pitch black, silent and with teeth grinding coldness, hands locked up with rusted chains. Breathing heavily, looking down at his bare feet, his core just laid, sitting down with a fragment of light giving sight at his coarse being. Silence keep him awake even in the deepest nights, waiting within the midst of all shadows as if the place was no boundaries, just silence and darkness. His dreadful look on his face glances at the peck of the light as he mutters a word.
"Anyone...?" his voice shivering with the pain of torture. His body's weak, he cannot lift his arms. His eyes, hopelessly looking at the locked door on front, griefs as tears starting to roll on his eyes.
"Anyone... help me..." he whispers as his death was close but as his eyes starting to close, he saw a person, kneeled down and stared at his face.
"I heard you, I know you've been calling for too long. I can feel it, I can feel you." these words was the last thing he discerned as he loses his consciousness.
Mkiss_L_Vartist · Fantasia
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