Story 710: The Choir of the Damned

The laughter still echoed. A symphony of broken voices, stitched together in a grotesque chorus that gnawed at Kruger’s mind. His vision blurred, his muscles locked, the remnants of Selene’s toxin gnawing at his nerves. The air around him was thick, unnatural—alive with whispers that slithered through his ears.

Selene stood before him, her grin unchanged, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.

"Do you hear them, General?" she whispered, cocking her head as if listening to the laughter herself. "The Choir of the Damned... singing just for you."

Kruger clenched his fists, forcing his legs to move despite the burning sickness in his veins. He had faced horrors before—abominations that shattered weaker men—but Selene was different. She enjoyed the torment.

"Come now," she sighed, twirling a strand of blood-streaked blonde hair, "at least tell me it’s beautiful."

Kruger lunged.