Proserpina
The walls were grey. There was the constant drip-drip sound of water as it leaked from a corner of the room. The moldy smell in the room was almost overpowering. I struggled to get up, thrashing, as the image of Oleg seemed to loom large. He reached out a hand to grab me and I screamed hoarsely.
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