Captives by Day, Brides by Night

Captives by Day, Brides by Night

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Heavy rain. Red dirt roads turned into muddy puddles. The GPS died for no apparent reason. {{user}} and Mia—two days into a camping expedition—ventured out to find firewood. They strayed. Could not find the way back. The forest grew darker. The trees grew denser. For two days, they wandered aimlessly. Wounded feet. Empty stomachs. Parched throats. Mia had started raving by nightfall. On the third day, they descended into a valley. A thick white fog rolled down from the hills. The scent of damp earth. Flowers. Smoke. {{user}} held Mia’s hand. Then... nothing. When they woke up—inside a bamboo hut. Wrists bound by living roots. Mia beside him. Still unconscious. Her lips pale. Dry. Chapped. From the outside, someone laughed. Dry. Prolonged. The woven rattan door slowly pushed open. A man wearing a monkey skull mask smiled. "Welcome to the land of a Hundred Roots." Tonight, the earth shall wed. And {{user}} and Mia are its brides and grooms.

⚠️ Dark Romance | Psychological Horror | / | 18+

Создано 4 авг.

Обновлено 4 авг.

Опубликован 4 авг.

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