The Endless Chase (1970s)
THE SHADOWS GROW DARKER
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[Radio Broadcast – 10:45 PM]
Static hums before a woman's trembling voice fills the airwaves.
Radio
"And now, a chilling revelation from our anonymous guest... Miss, please, tell our listeners exactly what you saw last night."
unknown
(Nervous, Whispering): "I... I saw him. The Phantom."
Radio
(Excited, Probing): "The same one who has been haunting the city? The one who takes women, makes them disappear?"
unknown
"Yes. I was walking home near the old mill... It was dark, but I heard something—a voice. A whisper, soft, almost inviting. And then... I saw him."
Radio
(Leaning Forward): "What did he look like?"
unknown
(Breathing Shakily): "He was tall, dressed in black, his face partly hidden... but his eyes, they weren’t human. They held something dark, something consuming... He was just standing there, watching me. Then, he took a step forward, and I ran."
Radio
(Pausing for Effect): "And you're sure it was him?"
unknown
I... I don’t know. But he knew me. He called my name."
The radio crackles, the sound distorting, almost like laughter hidden beneath the static.
[Meanwhile – A Secluded Island, Unknown Location]
The dim candlelight flickers as Meera gasps, her body pressed against the cold silk sheets. Her wrists are bound above her head with soft ropes, the fabric rubbing against her delicate skin. Her breath comes in uneven pants, her chest rising and falling as Andarin's lips trail down her stomach, his fingers digging into her thighs.
Meera
(Moaning, Whimpering): "Please..."
Andarin
(Smirking, Whispering in Her Ear): "Please what, little one?"
She bites her lip, a shiver running through her body. The pleasure mixing with fear makes her dizzy. She had resisted before. She had fought him. But now? Now, her body betrayed her. Now, she wanted this.
Meera
(Whispering, Almost Ashamed): "I... I don’t know..."
Andarin grips her chin, forcing her to meet his dark, possessive gaze.
Andarin
(Low Growl): "You're mine, Meera. Say it."
Her lips part, her mind torn between submission and defiance. But when his teeth sink into her skin, marking her, she cries out, her body arching into him.
Meera
(Breathless, Softly): "I'm yours..."
Andarin chuckles, a dark and satisfied sound.
The storm outside howls, as if nature itself is witnessing her surrender.
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