Shadow Of Defiance
The scent of blood clung to the walls, thick and metallic, filling the air with a suffocating weight that made my head spin and my shoulders felt it.
The room was dim, the flickering light from a lone bulb casting restless shadows against the cold stone. Every breath felt heavy, every movement slow, as if the walls themselves were pressing inward.
Footsteps approached, measured and deliberate, echoing off the walls like a countdown. The door creaked open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the dim hallway.
"You're still alive," a voice murmured, low and without warmth.
The chains rattled as the prisoner shifted, eyes dull but still burning with something deeper than defiance. A shudder passed through the room as silence settled between them, stretched thin like a blade's edge.
