The Wolves' Dinner
WARNING:
THE HORROR CONTENT OF THIS CHAPTER MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME INDIVIDUALS.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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"Before we commence with our main event, I must direct your attention to the number listed in your dossiers. This number represents your assigned room for the evening. Please locate it now."
Everyone rustle through their dossiers, murmuring amongst themselves as they find their room numbers.
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"Once you have located your room number, you are invited to make your way to your designated accommodations."
As each began to disperse, they navigate through the grand hallways of the hotel, their footsteps echoing against the polished black marble floors. Each room is adorned with intricate details, evoking a sense of grandeur and mystery.
However, the room is as dark as black color. Only the red window is lighting the room but the view outside is blurried.
As I sit here on the bed, the sound of the clock ticking fills the room, each tick resonating through the silence of the night. It's the only sound that can be heard. I couldn't even hear myself breathing. I think the walls are soundproof.
That means I'll never know when or if the wolves are creeping through the hallways.
I find comfort in the rhythmic movement, knowing that with each passing second, midnight draws nearer. Midnight, the hour when it's the safest, when the wolves retreat into the darkness, and I can finally let my guard down.
So, I sit and wait, listening to the steady beat of time until the clock strikes twelve, and I can breathe easy once again.
Then there's the sound of crackling radio static before fading into a smooth, authoritative voice.
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"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is your host speaking."
There was an eerie silence, it was as if the calm before the storm.
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"One of the rules have been changed. As I had instructed before that by tomorrow, I will announce the events. I will revoke that rule."
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"The new rule is that I'll be announcing events with intricate detail precisely as they unfold."
So instead of merely reporting events after they occur, we will now experience real-time narration.
The host's voice crackles over the airwaves.
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"The wolves gathered around a rustic dinner table adorned with flickering candles."
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"With dignified poise, the wolves take their seats, their keen eyes surveying the menu before them. Each wolf is presented with a menu featuring an astonishing array of options—twenty tantalizing lists of sheep recipes, meticulously crafted to cater to every palate."
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"From tender lamb chops to hearty mutton stews..."
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"With a decisive nod, the wolves announced their choice: Tonight, we shall feast upon the classic roast leg of lamb, slow-cooked to perfection and seasoned with herbs from the valley."
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"The wolves' three knocks at the sheep's door echoed ominously."
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"The wolves hammered the door relentlessly until it gave way, revealing the trembling sheep huddled in fear, its eyes wide with terror as the hungry predators closed in, their hunger no longer masked by the facade of civility."
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"The sheep seized a nearby chair and hurled it at the advancing wolves, desperation lending strength to its trembling limbs. The chair crashed into the pack, momentarily halting their advance as surprise flashed in their predatory eyes."
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"The sheep's desperate cries for help echoed through the hallway but there was no answer."
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"As the sheep made a desperate dash for freedom, a wolf's jaws clamped down on its neck, dragging it back into the room with brutal force. "
The radio was all with the sickening sound of tearing flesh and the sheep's anguished cries.
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"The sheep was forcibly pushed to the ground, its limbs pinned down, rendering it immobilized despite its frantic struggles and thrashing."
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"One of the wolves stood up and picked up a chopping knife then aimed for the sheep's leg."
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"The sharp, rhythmic clang of the chopping knife echoed, accompanied by the dull thud of meat. With each swift stroke, sinew snapped and bones splintered, the sound of carnage filling the air with a gruesome symphony. As the wolves expertly carved through flesh and bone, the sickening crunch of breaking marrow reverberated."
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"With the sheep's fate sealed, the wolves wasted no time. They dragged the limp carcass back to the kitchen. Igniting the flames, they began the grim task of preparing their dinner, the aroma of cooking meat mingling with the lingering echoes of the sheep's futile cries for help."
A crackle cuts through the silence, followed by bursts of static that dance across the speakers like wild sparks.
The radio, signals distorted into a cacophony of garbled voices and fragmented transmissions.
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