Drapetomania | Creepypasta

10.

"anyway. back to the task at hand, who. will. it. be."

I racked my brain, desperately trying to think of a way out of this nightmarish situation. I couldn't choose one of my friends to die, but I also couldn't save them all. My voice quivered as I spoke, "I can't... I can't make that choice. Please, there has to be another way."

The masked men exchanged glances again, their weapons still ominously present. My heart pounded, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the terrifying faces hidden behind those masks.

The masked man's words sent shivers down my spine. I had no idea what he meant by "one way," but I was willing to entertain any possibility that didn't involve choosing someone to die. Trembling, I managed to stutter, "What... What way?"

The room seemed to grow darker as he leaned in even closer, his voice a sinister whisper. "You join us."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and I was left with a chilling decision to make.

My mind raced, trying to process the horrifying choice before me. Joining these masked figures was unfathomable, but the alternative was even more unthinkable - condemning one of my friends to die.

As I contemplated my options, my heart pounded in my chest, and a sense of dread settled over me. I had no idea who these masked individuals were or what their motives were, but their willingness to harm innocent people was terrifying.

The seconds felt like an eternity as I grappled with the impossible decision.

Their taunting voices seemed to close in around me, their words echoing in my mind as I felt the weight of this agonizing choice. The seconds on the clock of this horrifying ordeal were rapidly ticking away.

I knew I had to act. I couldn't let any of my friends become victims to these masked individuals. Gathering every ounce of courage I could muster, I finally spoke, my voice trembling but determined.

"I... I can't choose any of them to die. I won't be a part of this," I stammered, my eyes locked with the cold, expressionless gaze of the white masked man. "I refuse."

The room fell silent for a moment as my words hung in the air, tension thickening. The masked figures exchanged glances, and I could see the anger in their eyes. But I couldn't back down. I couldn't be complicit in this gruesome choice.

"Very well," the white masked man finally hissed, his grip on my face tightening. "Then you've made your choice, y/n."

I had no idea what would happen next, but I knew that I had defied their sinister game, and I could only hope that it would lead to a chance for all of us to survive.

Darkness enveloped me as I drifted into unconsciousness. The last thing I remembered was the chilling encounter with the masked men and the ominous choice they had presented. It felt like an eternity had passed before I regained consciousness.

When I finally awoke, my surroundings were unfamiliar. I was lying on a cold, hard surface, and my head throbbed with pain. It took a moment for my senses to fully return, and as they did, a wave of disorientation washed over me.

I tried to sit up but found my movements restricted. My hands were bound together, and I was tightly secured to a wooden chair. Panic surged through me as I realized the gravity of the situation. I was still trapped, and the events of that terrifying night were far from over.