My heart raced as I made my way down the dark and musty corridor. I had heard stories of the madman living in this abandoned castle, and it seemed I was about to find out just how true they were.
I had been told that the madman was a blind man, just like me. It was said that he often left his chambers to wander the halls of the castle, searching for someone to satisfy his twisted desires.
As I groped my way deeper into the castle, I could feel a chill in the air. I had an eerie feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder shook the walls of the castle, and I was startled by a voice coming from the darkness ahead. “Welcome,” it said, in a deep and sinister tone.
I froze in my tracks and tried to make out the figure standing in front of me. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that it was indeed a blind man. He had wild hair and an unkempt beard and he wore a long, black robe.
He laughed maniacally and began to speak again. “You are my new plaything,” he said. “I will make you suffer in unimaginable ways.”
I felt my stomach churn in fear as he stepped closer, but I knew there was no escape. I was trapped in the castle with a madman, and there was nowhere else to go.
My only hope was that my story would, somehow, be heard and that someone would come to my rescue before it was too late. But until then, I would remain a prisoner in the castle of the madman.