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I want to play a game!

Added 2024-10-20 15:14:12 +0000 UTC

The moment she opened her eyes, panic set in. She was strapped tightly to an iron chair, her wrists and torso bound with unforgiving metal, while her legs were locked in sturdy casts, leaving her feet helplessly exposed. She tried to wriggle free, but there wasn’t even the slightest give. Every muscle in her body strained against the restraints, but it was hopeless.

Her gaze shifted to a small TV, positioned awkwardly to the side. It flickered on with a sharp crackle, displaying the eerie image of a doll-like figure with a blank, expressionless face. The silence was suffocating until the figure spoke, its voice a slow, mechanical rasp: "I want to play a little game."

She swallowed hard as it continued. "In front of you, just above your bare, vulnerable feet, there’s a pump. It will drip milk, slowly, onto your soles. You mocked your husband when he slipped and spilled milk all over himself. Now, I want you to think about that moment... while you’re here."

The words were laced with malicious intent. Before she could process the bizarre situation, the room was pierced by the clanging sound of metal doors unlocking. Her pulse quickened as she heard it—a soft, distant noise at first, but then it grew louder.

A chorus of haunting meows echoed in the dark, their owners unseen but unmistakable. Dozens of them. Her heart raced, and a chill crept up her spine as she realized what was coming next.

She had laughed before. But now, there would be no escape.

She never SAW this coming.