Capítulo 2: The abyss
Darkness. It was all-encompassing, suffocating, like a heavy cloak draped over his consciousness. He floated in a void of nothingness, memories fragmented and elusive. Flashes of his past life flickered before him, snippets of joy and sorrow woven into a tapestry of confusion.
Then, like a sudden gust of wind, he was ripped from the void and thrust into a world of pain and torment. His eyes snapped open, but all he saw was a blur of shapes and colors. His body felt alien, unfamiliar, as if it didn't belong to him.
Panic surged through him as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He was lying on cold, damp ground, the stench of decay and death assaulting his senses. Shadows danced around him, whispering secrets of unspeakable horrors.
Memories flooded back in fragments, disjointed and hazy. He remembered dying, the agony of each stab etched into his soul. But how had he ended up here, in this twisted realm of darkness and despair?
As he struggled to stand, he realized that he was not alone. Figures lurked in the shadows, their eyes gleaming with malevolence. They spoke in hushed tones, words dripping with malice and intent.
"You're back," one of them hissed, a cruel smile playing on their lips. "But this time, there's no escape."
Confusion turned to terror as he realized the truth. He had been reincarnated, thrust back into a world that seemed determined to break him. The memories of his past life were a heavy burden, a reminder of the pain and suffering he had endured.
But there was no time for introspection or mourning. The shadows closed in, their whispers growing louder and more sinister. He stumbled backward, his heart pounding in his chest.
And then, the pain returned. It was different this time, more visceral, more real. He felt every stab, every cut, as if he were reliving his death over and over again. The torment was relentless, unyielding, a punishment without end.
As he cried out in agony, his voice lost in the cacophony of screams and laughter, he realized the cruel irony of his existence. Death had not brought him peace; it had only opened the door to a never-ending nightmare..
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