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But for now, I’m hidden in the darkness of the tree, praying for strength, praying for a way to face this nightmare.
Zoey
Irun, my breath coming in ragged gasps, weaving through the maze’s endless corridors. The male’s presence looms large in my mind, a constant threat that propels me forward.
Each turn I take is a gamble, a desperate bid to put distance between us. The maze is a convoluted labyrinth, its pathways a dizzying array of choices that offer both hope and despair.
With every twist and turn, I dare to believe I might have eluded him, might have gained precious moments of freedom. My heart races, pounding in my ears, the only sound in the oppressive silence of the maze. The fear of being recaptured drives me, fuels my flight through this alien landscape.
But this place, this game, is designed to deceive, to ensnare. In my haste, in my frantic attempt to escape, I miss the subtle cues, the signs that warn of danger lurking just beneath the surface.
I turn down another corridor, my eyes scanning for any hint of the male’s pursuit. The passage seems clear, a straightshot that offers a momentary sense of relief. But this sense of security is short-lived.
Suddenly, the ground beneath me gives way. I fall, a cry of surprise and fear escaping my lips as I plummet into one of the maze’s strange alien traps. It’s a clever, insidious design, the floor a facade, a thin layer disguising the pit below.
I land hard, the breath knocked out of me, a sharp pain radiating through my body. I slide along its smooth surface. Every time I attempt to grasp at a handhold, I find none.
I fall though a smaller, narrower hole in the bottom before slumping to the floor and finally coming to a stop. I’m dazed and confused.
I look around, trying to orient myself, to understand the nature of the trap I’ve fallen into. The pit is a small enclosure, the walls smooth and unyielding, impossible to climb. They arch upward to the small hole I slipped through earlier.
A tickle of sand strikes my head before it flows faster, already puddling at my feet.
Instinctively, I know exactly what I’ve fallen into. It’s a giant hourglass and my time is running out!
I stand, dazed and disoriented, the reality of my situation sinking in. I’m trapped, caught in the machinations of the Malquarans’ game once again.
The brief taste of freedom, the hope of escape, now seems like a distant dream.
I gather my wits, pushing aside the rising panic. I need to find a way out, to escape this trap and continue my search for M’ijel. But the walls offer no purchase, no means of climbing out.
Desperation sets in as I search for any weakness, any flaw in the trap’s design that I might exploit. But it’s a futile effort. The Malquarans have constructed their game well, each trap a testament to their cunning and cruelty.
“M’ijel!” I scream, unsure if my voice even escapes the trap.
I’m left with the grim realization that I cannot escape this trap on my own. My fate, it seems, is once again in the hands of the male, the kidnapper who hunts me through this maze. The thought is a bitter pill to swallow.
But I refuse to give in to despair. I will find a way out, somehow…
There’s always a way, a solution to even the most impossible predicament. I just need to find it.
In the meantime, I brace myself for what comes next, for the inevitable return of my captor. Right now, rescue from him is the best outcome I can hope for.
M’ijel
Huddled in this tiny crevice within the alien tree, I can hear the monster outside, its presence a constant threat. It searches for me, but so far, I’ve managed to evade its detection.
The guilt weighs heavily on me, my thoughts consumed with Zoey. I berate myself, wrestling internally, trying to muster the courage to face the monster.
Memories of a past encounter with these beasts flood my mind, a brutal reminder of their lethality. They were responsible for the annihilation of my entire team of fighters, a massacre that left me as the sole survivor.
I had escaped, yes, but only just. The horror of that day, the sights, the sounds, the smells, have haunted me ever since. It was a close brush with death, one that left its indelible mark on me.
As I sit here, trying to steel myself, I notice something odd — that now familiar flickering of reality.
One moment I’m in the crevice, and the next, it’s as if I’m crouched outside with no protection at all. It’s disconcerting. Why would I be having these weird visions?
I could blame the sheer terror the big alien monster instilled in me… except I began to see these thingsbeforeI even came upon it!
