The screams were hysterical and deafening, "Get away, get away, GET AWAY!"

Jon clutched the teddy bear into his chest, his fingers were shivering and bony, and the air condensed into small white frosty fogs as he breathed slowly and quietly. It was impossible to wire his jaw shut because his teeth were clattering.

"Arrrrrgh" The sound of a regretful final gasp before the sound of blood splatting, bone-cracking gnawing of the flesh was present for all to hear.

"Clickity clack" Jon's teeth clicked rapidly decided to stuff the corner of the thin sheet in his mouth. Fear held him captive in the arms of a hungry beast. This wasn't the same type of fear that he had with the spectators, the spectators were a figment of his imagination. No this... This was real fear which shackled him to the bones.

The thing has already moved past his door, but he didn't dare to check. He could still hear the chewing and swallowing of flesh and bones. 

The temperature was getting lower and lower by the minute. 

He wished to sleep and forget all his troubles, but sleep is what would cause his death. It was getting too cold, he needed to move quickly otherwise he would very much freeze to death before he would die of hunger.

But how was he going to escape? That thing was still on the other side of the door. Should he shoot whatever he sees with his newfound enemy? That's a viable strategy considering that there is a small gap in the doorway. But he hadn't exactly figured out how his ability works, what if he misses? 

Jon decided it was time to stand firmly on his two legs which were shaking like a blowing leaf branch. Most of his muscles and fat had disappeared and what was left were very skeletal limbs with blue veins flowing vibrantly like a full body tattoo. 

He folded the sheet in half then wrapped it around his waist like a skirt, leaving his upper body bare. This way he would be able to move freely while walking without dropping the sheet. 

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He unconsciously tucked the bear underneath his armpit as he tiptoed quietly towards the cold door. Each step felt like a landmine as making a sound be very alarming. Before, he was simply lucky that the thing was too busy tearing apart its prey to notice that a scared tooth clattering man was nearby in a locked room.

He estimated that he would die in about five to ten minutes if the temperature were to continue dropping, so he bravely made his way over to his destination. 

Icicles hang down the tip of his eyelids and lips due to his tears, sweat and saliva succumbing to the frigid environment. Jon made a decision not to pluck any in case they fell and resonate across the ground.

The gap was within reach but just staring down at it made him feel very nauseated. 

It was still loudly gormandizing a feast, slurping, relishing and devouring the bloody organs and slimy intestines like wet noodle broth.

Jon didn't want to waste any more time and finally peered through the hole. 

His head was filled with alarm! The thing was gone and all that was left was a bloodied mangled corpse.

"Shit" He muttered softly as he recognised the man who was ripped apart thoroughly.

His cap was yellow and bloodied. Jon only knew one man who wore a yellow cap. It was one of the kidnappers who had the responsibility of delivering his meal. But this bastard purposely held back some meals while taunting haughtily. He sometimes showcases really aromatic meals in front of Jon and eats it like a pig.

"Karma's a bitch huh..."

There was also something else. This guy also gave him the teddy bear, not out of goodwill, but to bring him despair. As Jon remembered, the man told him that the teddy bear belonged to another prisoner who was successfully sold... 

Jon was glad to see the scum get what he deserved but this scene made him recall the fact that there are other prisoners out there.

He searched around through the gap once more before finding the outermost area to be free of movement. His felt like there tiny wolves biting his skin with icy fangs. 

It do or die, he pointed his right pointy finger to the lock before thinking about his ability.

"Goodnight" A small purple light glowed at the tip of his finger and a small bolt of energy rushed out like thunder. The lock broke apart easily but brought forth a large banging sound which reverberated throughout the hallway. It was too loud!

The door creaked opened but Jon was scared witless at the development of his escape. He shooked out of his stupor and shoved open the door. He could see two exits along a long narrow hallway, and he was sandwiched into the middle.

Where to run? Towards the right where the corpse is? Or to the left? 

He quickly summoned the spectators again, and they floated around his headspace with high interests.