I know this has been done before, but I'm still waiting for midnight in my country (or part of it) so I wrote this.
A solid wall against your back. Unmoving, cold, and the only thing stopping you from freedom, to fresh air.
You, the reader, take a step forward, your breath hitching in your throat as you come to terms. There you were, in a pitch black room. How did you get there? One moment you had been wandering through the dark corridors of the Palais Garnier's catacombs, the next plummeted to what you had presumed was your death. Your poor, tender ankle still aches from impact upon the floor. In this room, you notice, there is no door that is visible. How can you escape? You can escape, can't you? The idea fills you with horror.
You are overcome with terror, blinding fear. Your hand hits a smooth surface to your right. You strike out with your left hand to feel, almost wishing for yourself to fall sideways, at least any sign to prove that there was a way out of your newfound prison, this space that refused to let you through.
Your scream echoes uselessly before you, only for a moment or two before it dissipates and leaves you silent once more.
The wall, as stiff and unmoving as the others, seems no different from the rest.
In a way, though, it was even more frightening. This wall proved your escape attempts futile.
You realize, numbly, that this lone piece of stone had given you your answer.
You were never going to escape.
The lights flicker. They came out of nowhere.
As your eyes turn away and towards the roof, you catch your reflection, having gone seemingly unnoticed previously, in the room. A million versions of you blink back from the wall, all as terrified as the original. You swivel on your heel and encounter a tall metal tree. It's carved intricately to the point where you could almost believe that it was real, small molded leaves and outstretched branches.
On a limb hung a lone noose, wrapped around the arm. You swallow anxiously.
The floor is metal as well, causing the heat to reflect off of any surfaces and remain in the air, sweltering and thick. The reader begins to sweat horribly, and within moments the fake forest around you appeared to have become a hundred degrees hot.
Your vision blurs. You stumble and catch yourself on the tree.
As your tongue feels like it is swelling, and your painful ankle feels as if it were broken in half, you make out the outline of the noose once again.
It's too much! The heat, the reflections, the inapparent way out. Your face in the mirrors becomes unbearable, a trillion versions of yourself looking terrified, petrified.
Deer in headlights would be an accurate description of how you looked at that moment.
Crying out again, you clamber up the tree. Grasping the rope in both hands. Your head slips through with surprising ease. You let yourself drop.
Everything dims, and you are filled with excruciating pain as you witness your body in the reflections wiggle and convulse within the confines of the noose.
Moments before you lose control of your capabilities, a pair of yellow eyes appear in front of you.
Followed by peaceful, painless bliss.
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