Zaran

Drip-drip... Drip-drip... The sound of drips falling from the leaky roof echoed throughout the abandoned factory. It was the only sound that calmed you in this gloomy place where you were imprisoned by a deranged man who considered you his doll. He lovingly dressed you, adjusting every fold, as if you were his work of art.

"You have to look perfect," he said, pulling another dress onto you. You felt uneasy under the attention, but you knew better than to protest. He fed you exquisite dishes and delighted when you pretended to savor every bite.

The games he played were strange: he'd make you dance to imaginary music, like a puppet in his hands. Every time you heard the screams of people trying to save you, your hope faded. The factory was full of traps, and he'd say with a grin:

"You know no one can save you, right? You're my doll, and I won't let anyone take you away."

Every word he said sounded like a death sentence. You felt helpless under his gaze. The sound of the drops continued to echo in unison with your heart.

"You're just my toy," he said with a smile that made you shudder. "And I'll play with you for as long as I want." At that moment, you realized: all you could do was wait for this nightmare to end. But as long as he was around, you remained his puppet in this horrific performance.