Good day to you. I'm new here and I hope can entertain you with some of my writings. This maybe appalling but I hope you bear with me and perhaps give me some advices. It may not be implemented as quickly as you would like, but I am glad to have it.

Chapter 1

In a cylindrical room, there is a God. His shoulders are heaving hard but he is still trying to keep his feelings to himself. They heave until he was unable to hold himself.

"Get over here!" He screamed. Stretching his right hand before hauling a string which suddenly appears between his thumb and index finger, measuring close towards his elbow

One swipe of the god and a portal appeared at the end of the string. Hauling a mortal that has it's time frozen.

"There, there." It says to the mortal while still, derangely happy. After a while the God did something without moving, an action that made the mortal able to move again under the presence of the God.

The man was confused. He was still working and was about to finish his schedule and go start a seminar to his employees. He remembers arranging his documents before picking up his phone to call his assistant regarding a meeting with tbe employees that he wants to have and suddenly he was here.

Weird. That is how he felt about the situation. He was working and suddenly he is in front of a statue, floating with what he perceives as a rope on his chest with it's other end on the statue's hand.

With nothing else to do, he looks at the giant statue in the room with great interest.

Curious as to why the string that's attached to him is on the statue's hand. He tries to pull it with his strengths but it was stuck.

A late revelation came to him. There was a risk that the pulling will hurt him but after his actions bearing no pain to him. He starts to treat the experience as a dream.

He looks at the string more closely and see that it was wrapped on it's arm.

He tries to move closer to the staue but he's only able to waddle in the same place which made him stop his attempt.

Once again. There was nothing else to do for him but float with the statue and float he did.

He has been floating for a short while now. He thinks that he should be afraid on what is going on but he feels calm in this place. It was serene for him.

The room was quite pretty and neatly arranged. At first look it looks like a bedroom. But it has no beds in it, not even a floating one. Looking at it for a while the place looks like a plaza. There nothing for him to wory about... Well.

Deep inside, despite all of his calmness. The neatness and arrangement concerns him. It was very clean and for him cleanliness mean there is someone managing the area. Someone who he doesn't know the intention towards him.

He laughs it off. Of course it is just a thought. But. There is always a but. There is no doors so how come...

"Oh dear." He says to himself. Looking at the statue that has been there with him.

It doesn't matter what any reason he can think off to not include this statue. Right now. Everything is a suspect.

He calms himself, gulping salivas that got stuck. He look at the statue in the eyes and braced himself for the worst.

Stare. Stare. Stare. Stare. Stare. Stare. Stare. Stare. It moves.

The statue blinked.

He pats his left chest and tells himself that it was a mechanism. It is not moving on it's own.

A major mistake that he realized too late is that it didn't need to move on it's own. It didn't need to live to kill him. It just have to move. Controlled.

He focused on its face. It's eyes and stare at it, waiting for the statue to blink again.

It blinked again. It was in a manner of seducing him by closing its one eye. In response to that, the mortal raise his hands to his mouth to not scream.

The statue. Perhaps, may have liked his reactions, It shows it's smile to him. It was gentle and clean move. It even turns to him making it easier for him to see the statue.

There was a glimmer of hope in the mortal. A hope to avoid something that he wish not to experience. Just so 1 hope that he focus on.

Before anything. It's slowly drained after the thing stretches its smile more. Stretching more than what a human body is expected to handle. Bleeding instead of cracking. It's hands splintering, creating one-fingered hands.

He saw the full glory of the statue. Heaving hard with it's now decrepit form. It was screeching frequently before he was whisked away.

"This is my gift to you. You will not remember everything but at least you will survive."

"I won."