Ultimate Liberation

I felt as if I were being swept away by a gentle breeze, allowing myself to be carried effortlessly to an unknown destination. The next thing I knew, I found myself seated on a velvety bed, with him tending to my bruises and wounds.

I was astonished to see the soft light emanated from his hands as he touched my burned arm, his fingers urging the pain away.

At first, I wanted to scream in fear, but as soon as his hand made contact, a sense of relief washed over me. There was a comforting warmth emanating from his touch, filling me with a sense of calm. I couldn't comprehend it. Who was he? What was he? What was he doing?

His face remained lowered, his gaze solemnly fixed on my wounds. Silence enveloped us, unbroken by any sound or movement. No rustle disturbed the stillness.

I felt the urge to steal a glance at his face, but I was too preoccupied with our physical contact to focus on anything else. My eyes were transfixed on the light emanating from his hands.

Could he be a Witch as well, like Alexa? I wondered, pondering the existence of male practitioners of magic.

After he finished treating my wounds, he left without a word, abruptly vanishing like a ghost.

I sat alone, feeling bewildered and abandoned. I examined my arms repeatedly, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The bruises, wounds, and burns had vanished completely, leaving no trace behind, not even scars. It was as if I had never been injured in the first place. My skin was as flawless as that of a newborn. How had he accomplished such a miraculous feat?

No matter how much I pondered, I couldn't find any explanation except that he was a Witch, akin to Alexa, and not a normal human being like myself.

As hours passed and he remained absent, sleep eluded me. I replayed every moment since my unwelcome arrival here, contemplating potential escape routes while awaiting the embrace of sleep.

Despite the seeming impossibility of my plans, surrender was not an option. I had come this far, braving the odds alone, and I refused to yield without exhausting every possibility.

Stepping out of the room, I found myself engulfed in darkness, with no sign of anyone nearby. Without a clear destination in mind, I wandered aimlessly, allowing my instincts to guide my footsteps through the silent corridors.

As I continued to walk aimlessly through the corridors, time seemed to lose all meaning. Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation, a pull unlike anything physical. It was as if an invisible force was guiding me, compelling me to move in a direction I couldn't see.

Despite the fear bubbling within me, I found myself unable to resist this strange energy, and I surrendered to its pull. Step by step, I followed the unseen force until I was enveloped by dense, gray smoke, like a thick fog swirling around me, obscuring my surroundings.

As I stumbled forward, my foot unexpectedly met resistance, causing me to tumble to the ground. It was only then that I realized I was no longer in the familiar corridors I had been traversing moments before. Instead, I found myself surrounded by towering trees, enveloped by the verdant welcome of a dense forest.

I was caught between uncertainty and disbelief. On one hand, the realization of newfound freedom stirred a sense of relief within me. Yet, on the other, a gnawing apprehension took hold as I contemplated the unknown path that lay ahead. Lost amidst the dense foliage of the forest, I struggled to make out a way forward.

The eerie sound echoed through the forest, reminding me of the precariousness of my situation. Despite my escape from captivity, danger still loomed large.

Alone in the wilderness, I felt vulnerable and exposed, acutely aware of the lurking threats that could spell my demise. With each rustle of leaves and snap of twigs, my heart raced, and I found myself paralyzed with fear, cowering against the damp earth beneath the gnarled roots of a nearby tree.

As the fog descended around me, enveloping the forest in an eerie shroud, I forced myself to stand and press onward, though my hope dwindled with each passing moment. I berated myself for fleeing, for succumbing to the impulse to escape without a clear plan or direction. 

"Stupid, Louise," I muttered under my breath. "I should've stayed." 

But then I had never anticipated to be lost here.

It seemed rebellion ran in my veins, a defiance of rules, of fate itself. I had always felt adrift, uncertain of my purpose in a world that had dealt me a hand of loneliness and uncertainty from the moment I was born.

As an orphan, I had feigned strength, but deep down, I knew my resilience was nothing more than a facade. I longed for absolute oblivion, for the sweet release of death to free me from the burdens of existence.

In that moment, disappearing into the void seemed like the ultimate liberation from a world that held no meaning and a universe fraught with chaos.

"What a life," I whispered into the oppressive silence, my words barely audible over the terrifying stillness of the forest. 

I froze in place, holding my breath, as a twig snapped nearby, the sound echoing ominously through the trees.

Before I could even register the threat, a dark, looming figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing a malevolent red, and stealing the last remnants of my sanity.

With a scream tearing from my throat, I ran as if possessed, heedless of where my frantic steps might lead. The forest blurred around me as I dashed blindly through the tangled underbrush, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.

I stumbled over roots and fallen branches, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins kept me upright, driving me forward with desperate urgency.

Every shadow seemed to conceal a lurking threat, and I screamed again and again as the creatures emerged from the darkness, my voice echoing through the silent woods.

"Help!"