Nightmare

Lena's mind raced as she tried to think of a way out. She knew she had to stay calm and think clearly, but her fear was threatening to overwhelm her. She looked around the room, trying to find something she could use as a weapon or a means of escape. But the room was sparse and minimalist, with no obvious way out.

The figure moved closer, its presence filling the room with an unspeakable evil. Lena could feel its eyes on her, boring into her skin like cold steel. She tried to meet its gaze, but her eyes were drawn to the shadows that hid its face.

"You're a clever girl, Lena," the figure said, its voice dripping with malice. "I'm sure you'll figure out the rules of the game soon enough. But until then, let's play a little game to pass the time."

Lena's heart raced as the figure reached out and grasped her wrist. Its grip was like a vice, cold and unyielding. She tried to struggle, but it was too strong.

"Don't worry, Lena," it said, its voice low and menacing. "I'll take good care of you. You'll be the guest of honor at Asher's little party. And who knows? You might even enjoy yourself."

Lena knew she had to think fast if she was going to survive. She tried to remember everything she knew about Asher and his mansion, searching for any clue that might help her escape. But her mind was a blank, and she was trapped in a living nightmare.

As the figure dragged her out of the room, Lena knew she was running out of time. She had to think fast, or she would become a pawn in a game she didn't understand. And in this game, the stakes were higher than she could ever imagine.

Lena was dragged through the winding corridors of the mansion, her heart racing with every step. She tried to struggle, but the figure's grip was too strong. She was trapped, and she knew it.

As they turned a corner, Lena saw a door ahead of her. It was old and wooden, with iron hinges and a large keyhole. The figure pushed the door open, revealing a room that was unlike anything Lena had ever seen.

The room was large and circular, with a high ceiling that disappeared into darkness. The walls were lined with candles, their flames flickering in the draft from the door. And in the center of the room, Lena saw a figure sitting on a throne-like chair.

It was Asher, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. He was dressed in a long, black coat, and his hair was slicked back, revealing his pale forehead.

"Welcome, Lena," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I've been waiting for you. You're just in time for the main event."

Lena tried to speak, but her voice was frozen in her throat. She was trapped, and she knew it. Asher's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

"The game is about to begin," Asher said, his voice dripping with malice. "And you, Lena, are the prize."

Lena knew she had to think fast if she was going to survive. She tried to remember everything she knew about Asher and his mansion, searching for any clue that might help her escape. But her mind was a blank, and she was trapped in a living nightmare.

As the figure dragged her closer to Asher, Lena knew she was running out of time. She had to think fast, or she would become a pawn in a game she didn't understand. And in this game, the stakes were higher than she could ever imagine.

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