Chapter 10: This Is My Story My Story My Dream
She fell to her knees and started to approach Marcus, but he quickly pulled up his pants, dismissing it as a joke. "Loosen up a little," he said with a sinister grin. Marcus began to laugh, a dark and evil laughter that echoed through the cave, as if he had just heard the best joke in the world. The pink-haired girl stood frozen in fear as Marcus, dressed in an elegant tuxedo and a hauntingly beautiful mask, started to walk out of the cave. He commanded the girl to follow, and she complied with little resistance.
Marcus continued to laugh, his laughter sending chills down the girl's spine. Her expression remained plain, broken, and horrified, like that of a shattered doll. She obediently followed Marcus, unable to break free from his grip on her.
With his hair neatly tied back in a ponytail, Marcus appeared more refined than his usual disheveled white hair would suggest. He decided to sit down and indulge in his favorite book, Berserk, savoring every page. Meanwhile, the girl was trapped in a state of paralyzing fear, unable to do anything. Days passed, three to four of them, as Marcus went about his activities. He even took the time to cook a steak, seasoning it with the finest ingredients, relishing in the power he held over the girl's life.
As the days went by, the girl's fear and desperation grew. Marcus reveled in her torment, relishing every moment of her anguish. He would occasionally glance at her, his red eyes piercing into her soul, a sadistic smile etched on his face.
In the darkness of the cave, the girl's spirit dwindled. She felt trapped, like a helpless prey caught in the clutches of a predator. Marcus seemed to derive pleasure from her suffering, his cruelty intensifying with each passing day.
The girl's hope began to fade, replaced by a deep sense of resignation. She knew she had to find a way to escape this nightmarish ordeal, but Marcus's watchful gaze and his iron grip on her life made it seem impossible.
She racked her brain for any possible means of escape, but the cave seemed like an impenetrable fortress. Marcus was always one step ahead, anticipating her every move. He had meticulously planned every detail, leaving no room for her to find a loophole.
The girl's spirit, once ignited with defiance, now flickered weakly. The weight of her captivity crushed her, suffocating any remnants of hope. She felt like a mere pawn in Marcus's twisted game, trapped in his sadistic web.
Every day brought new horrors, new methods of torment designed to break her will. Marcus reveled in her despair, his laughter echoing through the cavern, haunting her every waking moment. She could no longer distinguish between reality and nightmare, as Marcus blurred the lines with his mind games.
Every attempt to escape was met with severe consequences, reinforcing the futility of resistance. Marcus's insidious manipulation and psychological torment left her paralyzed with fear, stripping away any remnants of her former strength and resolve.
Locked in a cycle of abuse, the girl's spirit withered, her dreams of freedom fading away. The idea of defying Marcus seemed unfathomable, the risks too great to bear. The scars he etched upon her body and soul served as a constant reminder of his control, a stark testament to her powerlessness.
As Marcus continued to exert his dominance, the girl became a shell of her former self. Her thoughts, once filled with dreams and aspirations, were now consumed by survival and enduring the next cruel twist in her captor's game.
In this dark and bleak narrative, the girl's fate seemed sealed, forever trapped in Marcus's clutches, her existence reduced to nothing more than a victim in his cruel tale.
A few weeks passed, and according to Marcus, the girl's training was complete. She had been broken and beaten into submission, her defiance crushed under the weight of his relentless abuse.
"Come," Marcus commanded, his voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction.
Emerging from the shadows was a shattered and terrified woman, bearing the visible marks of her torment. Scars crisscrossed her legs and back, a testament to the pain she had endured. While her arms and face remained relatively unscathed, the trauma she carried within was etched deep in her eyes.
Marcus, feeling a sense of triumph, decided it was time to thin the ranks of their surroundings. He was surprised by the sheer size of the arena, allowing such acts of murder and brutality to take place.
In this twisted world created by Marcus, the girl's spirit had been crushed, and her role was reduced to a pawn in his sadistic game. She had become a shadow of her former self, stripped of her agency and left at the mercy of a merciless predator. The darkness of her reality was suffocating, with no hope of escape or salvation in sight.
Marcus ruthlessly eliminated the other contestants one by one. He employed various cunning tactics and unleashed his full dark power upon them. Swift and deadly, he struck with precision, leaving no room for escape. The echoes of their screams and pleas for mercy filled the air as Marcus coldly disposed of his opponents. With each victory, his thirst for dominance grew, fueling his desire to reign supreme in this brutal contest.
Greetings, esteemed readers. I am pleased to address you once again as the author of this tale. I must apologize for the delay in my updates as promised on Friday or Monday, but I assure you that I will resume my regular schedule next week. Your patience and support are deeply appreciated, and I express my heartfelt gratitude to those who faithfully follow this story week after week. Until we meet again, take care and farewell.
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