Page 1 of Nitro

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TOMMY

I dreamt I was in a dark and windowless cell. The cold seeped into my bones, and I shivered uncontrollably.

In the dim light, I could barely make out the outline of a figure huddled in the corner.

Fear surged through me as I stumbled toward it. Him.

"Hey, wake up!" I called out, my voice trembling.

I grabbed the person's shoulder and shook it with all my strength. There was no response, just an eerie silence that filled the air.

With a growing sense of dread, I reached for the man's wrist, fumbling for his pulse.

My fingers pressed against his skin, searching desperately for a sign of life, but there was nothing.

Panic welled up inside me as I realized he was gone. He lay there, lifeless and unmoving.

As I sat back on my haunches, a creaking sound echoed through the cell. The door, which had been previously hidden in the darkness, slowly began to swing open.

My heart pounded, torn between the invitation to escape this hellish place and the lurking fear that it might be a trap.

Trembling, I peered into the corridor beyond, unsure of what to do next. Then I looked back at the lifeless body in the cell and swallowed.

Would I end up like that one day, forgotten and abandoned in this horrible place?

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and made me take another glance at the open door.

Taking a deep breath, I made my decision and stepped out into the dimly lit corridor.

Immediately, I heard frightening howls and angry voices. My instincts kicked in, and without hesitation, I broke into a sprint.

The corridor seemed to stretch on forever. My breathing grew labored as I went onward, but something felt off.

I turned a corner, and then another, only to find myself facing the same familiar spot again.

Panic washed over me as I realized I'd been running in circles.

My heart pounded in my chest as I continued to run, praying for a way out of this awful maze that seemed designed to keep me trapped.

Then, as if summoned by the dread building in my gut, I saw him approaching.

The monster who had torn me from my old life and thrust me into this living nightmare. Gregory Hicks.

Hicks walked toward me with an air of cold, calculated confidence. Like always, he always seemed so big and intimidating to me.

With his pale hair and dark blue eyes, he looked every bit like a golden prince, but I knew deep down, he was rotten to the core.

"Tommy, you're not supposed to be out of your cell," he said with a twisted smile that sent a shiver down my spine. "I'm still angry with you."

My throat tightened, but I couldn't find my voice. Fear had a firm grip on me as I stood face to face with Hicks.

All my strength left me and I felt completely powerless.

"You're supposed to be dead," I managed to croak, hating the tremble in my voice.

It was my sad attempt at defiance, but I couldn't help it. The dread that had been building inside me for so long now threatened to consume me entirely.

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