Nikolai leaned back in the quiet room, although the passionate moment with Sarah almost culminated and rectified on the spot. He held himself back, realising their emotions needed to settle.
He believed that sometimes just passion alone couldn't create the optimal ending.
'Though her kiss was quite feisty.'
The quiet medical room echoed with the bleep of machines, and the hiss of the dehumidifier built into the bed. Nikolai closed his eyes, listening to their little melodic noises, creating an image in his mind.
Memories of hell lingered in his mind whenever he lost focus.
The flesh towers, which extended towards the sky, were covered in twisted faces and oozing with blood from those who fell inside them. Nikolai's fingers twitched, tapping the bed as he continued to linger in that twisted world.
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How long had passed?
