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Riyan's POV...
As I lay in bed, a sense of tranquility washed over me, the softness of my pillow cradling my weary head. But suddenly, my peaceful slumber was shattered by the blood-curdling screams of my father, accompanied by the maniacal, sadistic laughter that sent shivers down my spine.
My heart began to race like a runaway stallion, pounding against my chest with a ferocity that left me breathless. I sat up with a jolt, my eyes snapping open as if triggered by an electric shock.
Groggily, I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the confusion that clouded my mind. The screams and laughter still echoed in my ears, making my skin crawl with unease.
I called out for my parents, my voice trembling with fear, but there was only an ominous silence in response. The stillness was oppressive, weighing heavily on my chest like a physical force.
And then, without warning, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside my room, growing louder with each passing second. The screams and laughter seemed to intensify, reaching a fever pitch that made my heart skip a beat.
Suddenly, my mother burst into my room, her face a picture of desperation and fear. She slammed the door shut behind her, the sound of the lock clicking into place a stark reminder that we were trapped.
Without hesitation, she rushed towards me, her arms outstretched like a lifeline. She enveloped me in a tight, desperate embrace, her body shaking with sobs.
Her cries echoed through the room, a heart-wrenching melody that seemed to pierce my very soul. As she held me, her tears fell like rain upon my face, warm and salty, a tangible manifestation of her anguish.
But even in the midst of her despair, she found the strength to compose herself, her determination etched on her face like a beacon of hope. She looked at me with a fierce, unwavering gaze, determined expression. "Riyan, Stay In The Closet, And Don't Leave It, Okay ?" she whispered urgently, her voice trembling with fear. "And Remember, No Matter What Happens, Mama And Papa Will Always Be With You..."
As she spoke, she kissed me multiple times on the forehead, her lips warm and gentle, a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. She muttered to herself, her words a fervent prayer, "Oh, Lord, Please Protect My Son..." The desperation in her voice was palpable, a cry from the very depths of her soul.
Finally, with a heavy heart, she guided me towards the closet, her hands gentle but firm. As she pushed me inside, she whispered a sorrowful apology, "Sorry, Riyan..."
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As I stood frozen in terror, my gaze fixated on the tiny aperture in the closet, a faint, eerie glow emanating from it like a beacon of doom. I cautiously approached the hole, my heart racing with anticipation, and pressed one of my eyes against the small opening.
The view that greeted me was like a macabre painting, a tableau of horror that would haunt my dreams forever. My mother, usually a pillar of strength and comfort, was crouched near my bed, her eyes wide with fear, her face ashen and drained of all color.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the soft, deliberate tread of footsteps, each step echoing through the room like a death knell.
The sound sent shivers down my spine, and my mother's eyes darted towards the door, her face contorted in terror. I, too, felt a creeping sense of dread, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.
The next instant, a series of loud, insistent knocks reverberated through the door, each blow like a hammer striking an anvil. The door, once a sturdy barrier between us and the outside world, now seemed fragile and vulnerable.
And then, in a burst of splintering wood and shattering glass, the door collapsed, its fragments crashing to the floor like a deadly avalanche.
A figure emerged from the wreckage, his face twisted into a grotesque, sadistic grin. His eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, his gaze sweeping the room with an unholy hunger.
He moved with a deliberate, menacing slowness, his footsteps echoing through the room like a death march. My mother, sensing his presence, let out a faint whimper, her eyes fixed on the monster that had invaded our sanctuary.
The man's gaze locked onto my mother, and he began to stalk her, his movements eerily silent, his eyes burning with an evil intensity.
My mother, realizing she was the target of his twisted desires, let out a pitiful cry, her voice trembling with fear. For the first and last time in my life, I saw my independent, strong-willed mother reduced to begging, her voice cracking with desperation.
"Please spare me...", She whispered, her words barely audible.
"Help...", She pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears.
"I beg you, please spare me...", She wailed, her voice rising to a hysterical pitch.
But the man's response was not one of mercy or compassion. Instead, his twisted, sadistic smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a perverse delight. He approached my mother, his movements slow and deliberate, his knife glinting in the faint light like a deadly serpent.
With a cold, calculated precision, he raised the knife and plunged it into my mother's back, the blade sinking deep into her flesh with a sickening, wet sound.
My mother's screams of agony were like nothing I had ever heard before, a raw, animalistic cry that seemed to rip my soul apart.
"ARAHHHH....!!!", She shrieked, her voice echoing through the room like a chorus of the damned.
"HAHAHAHA....!!!", the man laughed, his voice a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"ARRAAAAHHH....!!!!", My mother screamed again, her voice growing weaker, her body trembling with pain.
"AAAAAAAAAA....!!", She wailed, her voice a despairing cry that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul.
"HAHAHAHA...!!!!", the man laughed again, his voice growing louder, more maniacal, as he continued to stab my mother, his knife rising and falling with a deadly, rhythmic motion.
The room was a blur of chaos and horror, the sounds of my mother's screams and the man's laughter mingling in a deadly, earsplitting cacophony.
I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move, unable to speak, as I watched my mother being brutally murdered before my eyes. The world around me was dissolving into a nightmare of blood and terror, and I was powerless to stop it.
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