Heart of a Beast

ar with. It's been eight long days since I last stepped out of this small, confining space. The monotony of my existence is interrupted only by the two meager m

ht of my isolation presses down on me. I wonder how I ended up here, trapped in a space that feels both endless an

dom to move beyond this confinement, to taste the richness of experiences that extend beyond the confines of these four wal

g through the crack in the door offers a glimmer of hope, a reminder that there's a world beyond this room, waiting for me to reclaim my place in it. Yet, the uncertainty of when that day will come onl

solace in the thoughts of the simple joys life once offered. I imagine buying popcorn from my neighbor every noon, savoring the

not possible. In the depths of despair, the thought of ending my life crosses my mind, but the emptiness of the room offers no means to carry out such a desp

ughts. Gathering what little strength I have left, I approach the door, pounding on it desperately. "Hell

vibrant orange, and she wears a maid's uniform. Her thin lips form a small smile, radiating kindness and warmth. "Hi, I was asked to shower you. Now, will you please follow me? Don't try to run because we will be

ings adorning the walls. Bizarre creatures, reminiscent of large foxes or wolves, stare back at me with menacing and eerie ex

these paintings here and there?" I inquire, my voice betraying a mixture of curiosity and unease. Th

"Oh, those are just decorations. They've been here for ages, part of the castle's history," sh

sing further, realizing that unraveling the mysteries of this castle might be a perilous endeavor. With a silent prayer for the str

ricate tiles, glistening under the soft glow of ornate chandeliers that dangle from the ceiling. There are several bathing stations, each equipped with an elegant bathtub, fluffy towels neatly arranged, and an array of sc

choose any of these. Enjoy your shower and take your time. If you need anything,

t overlooks a serene garden-the window was protected with iron bars. As I start to undress, the weight of the past

y, sends shivers down my spine. Anxiety tightens its grip as I brace myself for whatever awaits beyond the locked door. After what feels like

ying to push her off, but she seems stronger

r insisted

h, curse at them, and even beg, but my resistance is futile. Thrown into a roo

nse of helplessness. The uncertainty of my fate looms large, leaving me with more questio

voice echoes, and my eyes snap open as a chill w