Gamela

The silent night

In a dark room with black walls and curtains, she stood alone, the night outside cast long shadows. As the moonlight filtered through the window, an enormous black brute entered, his towering frame filling the space. He bent forward, his massive hands reaching out to her, while she wore a wedding dress, her trembling hands clutching it tightly. The air was thick with anticipation and fear, the room lit only by the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the window. As he positioned himself behind her, the night seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what was to come.