Happy Friday, folks. Another atmospheric picture today. Hope you like my take on it. :-)
The beam of light mocked him with its promise of life, of escape out of this hell hole. His chains clanged on the damp floor as he moved into the single ray, needing the warmth. The hope it represented.
“Hang on, my love, please.”
He could almost hear her voice, see her beloved face. Feel the little puffs of air she expelled as he leaned in closer. Seconds before their lips could touch, his prison cell plunged once more into darkness. His captor’s evil laughter echoed around the dank space.
“Give us what we want and the bitch might live”.
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Till next week, folks.