The Keeper (Part 12)


What was she seeing? It couldn’t be. She stared into a room not dissimilar to her own, yet there was a sense of a dark foreboding in it. It was as if the room, every surface was covered in blackest black. Even the bed upon which lay a beast withering in pain were doused in black. The thing’s eyes bulging, its fur as if drenched in blood, glistening. It had great big bull-like horns jutted out, reaching high in the air. The heavy iron chain on its feet tied it to what looked like metal posts of the bed that was welded to the floor. It was something out of a nightmare and Mona didn’t know if she had the courage to approach the thing let alone help.

She drew in a sharp breath, unable to focus on the beast. Her eyes drew heavy, her hand, which had tried to…

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