The mansion crystallised like a haunt in the night, its gothic halls shrouded in a cruel darkness. Her heart raced as she ran, her bloodied feet leaving a trail of red on the dark stone floor. She broke up the stairs, the taste of fear extreme in her throat as she hid in the attic, her breath coming in uneven gasps.
Below, he traced the blood she left behind, fingers slick with her life essence. He invented them to his lips, eyes closing as he adored the taste.
"Senorita," he hissed, voice wet with devilment. "Your blood... it's like a whisper from Hell, calling the devil in me to devour your soul."
He followed the trail, each step filled with dark anticipation. But when he reached the end, she was gone. A twisted smile curled his lips.
"You think you can hide from me, Senorita? My darkness will consume you... there's no escape."
In the attic, Azra pressed into the shadows. The door creaked open, and he was there. His hand clamped over her mouth as his breath brushed her ear.
"You belong to me," he whispered, his voice a dark embrace. "I am your hell, your devil. Your soul is mine to destroy."
His laughter filled the attic, a sound that promised only torment and darkness.
Three souls-one consumed by darkness, one shackled by desire, and one lost in the void-bound together in a dance of pain, longing, and eternal ruin.
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