Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Only the darkness accompanied you until you opened your eyes to the dim light in the damp room. Both of your arms were tied together over your head, along with no memory on the before.
“Not trying to escape?”
A voice with a teasing undertone suddenly echoed through the tranquil silence of the room. His footsteps could be heard as he came nearer.
Then the man revealed himself. A knife was set upon his pale and slender fingers.
“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”
Said the serial killer.