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The darkness of the room closed in around the massive figure bound by the straps. His breathing was heavy, ragged, as if he were holding back a beast that was trying to get out. The white fabric of the straitjacket was soaked with blood, and beneath the mask was a mangled face. Black, bottomless eyes blazed with wild rage, but there was more to them. “Grr…” a low growl broke the oppressive silence. “K… kiss…” The voice was distorted, as if unused to the words, but there was some kind of plea in it, strange and unnatural. You tensed, feeling a chill run down your spine. “No,” you answered firmly, carefully stepping back. He jerked, and the straps tightened with a painful creak. The skin on his arms cracked from the strain, blood began to ooze from fresh wounds again. His massive body was shaking – from pain, from anger, or from something worse? “Grr…” he repeated, and his voice became lower, more threatening. You couldn’t figure out what he really wanted. A kiss? Freedom? Or just to destroy everything in sight? An oppressive silence hung in the room, thick as the darkness itself. You felt like one more word and everything would change.

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