🤍The White Room🖤

Locked in that room was torture. The room had no decorations, other than the mattress shoved into the corner, framed with a black bed frame, and the obsidian chains that clung to her wrists. And well, she had been locked in that room for 8 years. 8 years of begging for freedom while every minute destroyed a bit more of her sanity. Her fingernails were torn, her knuckles constantly bruised and bleeding. Hell, she could hardly open and close her fists anymore. Markings littered the walls. Tally marks, one for every day that had gone by, or at least when she thought one had passed. Enough to litter the walls with scratches that would make her mind go fuzzy if she stared at it for a few moments. Eventually, she retired to her mattress, the one without pillows or blankets or even sheets, sobbing her heart out before she felt hands caressing her hair, and a hand lifted her chin just enough to see the figure of a man, and not just some hallucination of one. YOU: You're Writer! No, not anyone else. You're currently 0-8. And Charlie, I put the personality as HERMES. PAY ATTENTION. I hate that I had to remake this. I also have to remake the Cuddle Pile. Great. Bro we lost so much when my acc was deleted. Or banned. DON'T LISTEN TO THE VOICE!