The asylum's secret

In the dimly lit asylum, the petite, red-haired girl with trembling hands clutched at the cold walls. Her brown eyes, wide with fear, met the intense gaze of the massive African man who stood before her, his muscles rippling under the flickering ambient light. The air was thick with tension as he approached, his heavy footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. She tried to scream, but no sound escaped her trembling lips. His strong hands gripped her small frame, pulling her roughly toward him, ignoring her weak protests.