the shadows seemed to stretch deeper into the corners of the room, thickening around Stacey like a suffocating fog. They were not just shadows; they were alive, swirling, pulsating, as if they hungered for something—or someone. Stacey could feel the oppressive weight of them bearing down on her, wrapping around her like a tightening coil, inching ever closer. Her breath hitched in her throat, the coldness seeping deeper into her bones with every passing second. It wasn’t just the chill in the air; it was something far more sinister, something that gnawed at the very essence of her being. In the darkness, she could hear it—the low, guttural growl of the figure as it shifted, moving with a deliberate, predatory grace. Each slight movement sent a ripple through the air, disturbing the otherwise eerie stillness of the room. Stacey’s pulse quickened, her heart thudding in her chest like a frantic drumbeat. Every instinct screamed at her to run, but she knew that would be futile. There was nowhere to hide. Nowhere safe. “I did what I had to do,” she whispered, her voice small, trembling, barely audible against the suffocating silence. The words seemed weak, empty even to her own ears, but they were all she had. She tried to steady herself, to summon some strength from within, but it felt like the weight of her decision was too much to bear. “I can’t just betray her like that. You don’t understand…” The air shifted, and a low, mocking chuckle rippled from the shadows. It wasn’t the sound of amusement; it was something darker, more twisted, like the rustling of dead leaves in a forgotten graveyard. The voice was cold, a whispered caress of malice that made her skin crawl. “Betrayal? No. Sacrifice, that’s what it takes. Troupe over blood, remember? We made a deal, Stacey.”
woah not cami trying to write a story.. it sucks TT
