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A shiver ran down my spine as I felt his gaze on me. I had no choice, I had to obey or suffer a fate worse than death.
With knife in hand, I advanced towards the door, each step cracking my soul a little more.
The night was dark and silent outside, but we were not alone. Someone else was there, my next victim, awaiting his inexorable turn.
As I approached, a part of me longed desperately to escape this endless cycle of blood and suffering. Was there still humanity left inside me, or was it too late?
Each life taken plunged me deeper into darkness, turning me into a monster worse than those who controlled me. A puppet of darkness, executing its brutal designs.
The moon was my only silent witness as I pushed aside the shadows to find my prey. Another innocent destined to satiate the depraved cravings of my masters.
With tears in my eyes, I raised the knife, my soul screaming for redemption that would never come.