His Gaze Beneath the Moon

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st ask the taxicab driver to bring me to the place. There were drums

e looks creepy like the ones I saw in horror movies. It was surrounded by dead trees and plants. The windows are dark

ice echoed. I think

ut to my surprise,

old as I tried to look ar

snapping twigs. I looked over the window and saw som

my skin. I hurriedly w

the prize of looking

t. I lost the trail. This was not the way to the main

disturbing the leaves, birds singing, insects humming, there was a rustle

Luna, you are los

o big dogs? Oh, no I think, wild wolves. They angrily looked at me. Their fur is blac

rembling. Wha

to think anymore, I

o form in my eyes. Until I stumble down and my face on the

to see the wolve

die. The same as

yself to die in the middle of the woo

tacking the two black wolves. The

it was tim

nts to give up. I tried to run as far as I can even my vision started to

ng me. I found myself in a bed inside the room. I am in a

a bathroom, and it was luxurious. The floor was made of marble, there was a shower, towel holders, bathtub, toilet papers,

or was a little smaller. I swallowed hard while asking myself if I should open t

d a table on the other side with a vase and lamp on it. Two paintings were hanging on the wall. I tried to loo

woman's voices. I think they are on the other side of this room. It me

the wall and pu

ait, what hell i

to see a small hole that is just p

tarted to scan the other room to

sh

ng naked in the bed spreading her

The man positioned himself between the woman's legs and started

o amazing" I heard

look away and tried to stay away from the wall as much as pos

g a loud noise. For sure,

at to do. I stand next to the bed as my hands sta

en the door burst open and to se