He ran. He ran as fast as his legs allowed him to. His lungs and throat felt as if they were filled with sharp needles.
At the end of the corridor he turned right, only to run through yet another corridor, just as empty as the previous one. He kept on running, even though his hope to get out of this mess decreased by the step.
Another right turn. He didn't dare to look over his shoulder to check if he was pursued. He didn't need to, he already knew he was.
Near the end of the corridor he saw a door at his left. He almost ran straight past it in his hurry. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. On the other side there was only a stone staircase, leading downwards, into the darkness. He knew that he probably wouldn't get another chance like this, so even if he felt a strong reluctance towards whatever was down there, he plunged down the stairs.
The stairs curved slightly to the left and the steps continued on infinitely. It continued for so long that he stumbled and almost fell on his face when the stairs suddenly ended. In the beginning he couldn't see a thing in the dark room, but he still tried to helplessly look around. After a minute his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and the sight that met his eyes was exactly what he hadn't hoped for.
All around the big room there were torture instruments, lined up along the walls. Many of them were so complicated that he had no idea how they were intended to be used, and he sure didn't want to find out either. On some of the tools standing closest to him, he could see dark spots of something he immediately guessed was blood.
He didn't get much more time to think about that when he suddenly heard heavy steps coming down the stairs behind him.
He quickly jumped in behind a big, upright standing coffin in solid wood, which he knew wore long and thick iron nails on the inside. Nails, which on this specimen, probably were covered in old blood.
He cowered behind the coffin, hoping that he hadn't been seen, nor heard. He could clearly hear the man walking around, searching for him, while he hummed a soft tune.
This cannot end well.
He could hear the steps inexorably getting closer and closer to his hiding-place.
If there is a God, he cannot see me.
He heard the steps stop at the other side of the iron maiden.
"Found." the man said with a childish delight in his voice. But it couldn't quite hide the rage hiding beneath.
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A/N:
So yeah, as you might notice this isn't really a fanfic, man, it's barely a oneshot.
This was mostly written by me to test my skills in writing over all.
And I know, there's a lot of "he" in there, but that's the point, having it nameless. And also, this isn't meant to be any characters in particular, but I did have Toris and Ivan in mind when writing this.
Reviews are appreciated, but not necessary~ c: