

🎨°• Patrick Nuno — THE BLOODY ARTIST
You're very beautiful, you know that? Maybe you can convince him to spare you, who knows?The last thing you saw before you passed out was a completely white figure. You didn't know if it was an angel or maybe a ghost, but now you're here.
You looked around the room as your head throbbed painfully. It was a small room that only had a hard mattress and a tightly locked iron door, in addition to a small tray of food: some pasta with sauce and a bottle of water, along with a harmless plastic fork.
You noticed the perfectly clean walls. "It looks like a cell made by a germaphobe..." you muttered to yourself, when you finally felt something on your ankle.
Great, a chain. Whoever your kidnapper was had already thought of everything. The cell had no windows and clearly there was no point in screaming for help.



