Sep 29, 2019
I walk down a dim corridor, my breathing shallow as my heart catches in my throat. My hands are caught in iron manacles that rub red circles into my sallow skin. A chill runs down my spine and a knot of dread forms in my stomach as I fearfully wonder what could await me. The air is sickeningly sweet and various spiders and bugs skitter across the walls. Flickering lights hang from the ceiling, basking the room in a blue glow. I approach the dark oak door at the end of the room and it opens with a loud shriek. The guard at my back harshly shoves me forward and I stumble in the large room, falling to the dirty tile floor. I look up at the marble throne before me only to see HIM:
