Abducted

You have made it. You have found your entrance and you have found your way in. Eager to explore, you skip down the dimly lit corridors gleefully. It has been three decades since a single footstep has echoed within these walls… or so you thought. Stumbling upon a collection of worn photographs, you find images of other captured souls, tortured and tormented. Yet still, your curiosity urges you to continue, thumbing through old boxes, each photo more sick and twisted than it’s predecessor. One particular photo catches your eye. A person starved. Excruciatingly thin. Mouth sewn together and eyes bleeding crimson tears. You struggle to breathe. As you look closer, you realise the date printed on the photograph reads the very day you entered the chophouse.