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Eyes In The Dark
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Description
You are the main character in this terrifying pick-your-poison book; every step of the way you must make a choice. But remember - every choice, every step may lead to your survival or to your doom! After waking up in a dark cell, you will have to decide: will you try to escape right away, or will you try to find out who's behind your imprisonment? Can you defeat what awaits you, will it defeat you, or will you experience something... worse?
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​Due to graphic violence and dark themes, this book is intended only for adults.
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Sample
WARNING - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK STRAIGHT THROUGH FROM BEGINNING TO END!
These pages contain many different fates, and they all depend on you. From time to time as you read along, you will be asked to make a choice. Your choice may lead to success or disaster. The adventures you have will be the result of the decisions you make. After you make your choice, follow the instructions to see what happens to you next.​
Your story begins…
You slowly wake up, thirsty, hungry, and with a throbbing headache that slowly dissipates. Your limbs feel heavy until you fully gain consciousness, your arms and legs scraping bare skin over a dirty floor moist with humidity and pungent with the smell of mold.
​As you push yourself up to sit, you only then realize that you’re naked and alone in a featureless room, a cell some thirty feet by thirty feet and all made of smoothed concrete. Wan beams of cold moonlight and a trickle of stale, foul air descend via holes drilled into the ceiling. The holes, six inches wide, are far too small to let you crawl through, but even so there are metal grates affixed where they penetrate upwards as if to destroy even the hope of escape. There are no windows, there is no furniture. There is only a metal door in the center of the wall farthest from you. What will you do?
Choices (Click on link to see what happens):
You try the door and find that it’s unlocked and opens quietly on well-greased hinges. You open it and escape out into a hallway. ​
You open the door to a hallway and see a narrow passage lined in stone and concrete and lit in the same manner as your cell. At one end are a pair of doors, nearly lost in shadow. At the other end, a large black dog is sitting quietly, keeping watch in front of an archway leading outside. The refreshing scent of salt water and a breeze from the sea come in through the archway, washing away the scent of mold and decay for a moment. The beast’s reflective eyes flicker as it catches sight of you, but it makes no sound nor movement towards you. It’s almost as if it’s waiting for you to make a decision.
Choices you would have:
You sense that your only chance for freedom is to get past the dog, so you rush at the beast.
You decide not to fight the dog and you go back into the room.
You turn down deeper down the hallway and head towards the two doors at the end of it.
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You decide to stay in the room. ​
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In time a tall figure in a robe and mask enters, but it hardly seems like a person. The being stands at least a foot taller than you do, and it exchanges no words with you despite clearly looking at you. The mask it wears, a ceramic gray thing made to look like an owl’s face, hides its features but not the rasping sound of its labored breathing. Its movements are stiff and mechanical, and beneath the robe its body seems frail and skeletal.
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Stiffly and slowly it sets a aof clothing down on the floor between you, and it points at the pile in a wordless command to get dressed. Only now can you see that its hand is human but sickly, dried out, discolored, and roped over with wormlike veins.a
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Its nails are long and pointed but neglected, as if no grooming made them into the dark talons you see at the end of each digit. Standing in silence, naked and unarmed, you realize that you have no choice and do as instructed. You are grateful for the meagre warmth the plain gray linen clothing provides, but you discover to your dismay that the last item is a sturdy chainmail collar that is meant to cover your entire throat and neck.
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Choices you would have:
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Despite your trepidation, you comply with the handler’s wordless demands and pull the collar on, fastening it at the nape of your neck.
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You refuse to put on the collar and throw it onto the floor, unwilling to demean yourself to such a degree.
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(End of Sample)