Post by account_disabled on Dec 13, 2023 0:48:30 GMT -5
The annoying thing was that strange mask. Pain too, of course, but the mask terrified him because he didn't understand its purpose. And old Mathias sensed it. He saw him smile while he twisted his skin with a pair of pincers until he passed out. He had pain all over his body. Sometimes he had cried and this seemed to make his executioner happy. The important thing was not to scream, the old man didn't tolerate it. In moments of respite he forced himself to think of a way to escape, even if he didn't see many possibilities for succeeding. The only escape route was the staircase where the old man came from.
But he had to try something. Nobody knew where he was, nobody had seen him enter Mathias Rinaldi's property, even though the police might have questioned the old man and looked for clues. The silence Phone Number Datawas broken by the creak of a door which closed immediately afterwards. Slow, shuffling steps. A dull light that illuminated the environment. The figure of the old man descending towards him, like a jailer far away in time. The man heard him fumbling behind him, where before he was tied up he thought he saw a shelf full of stuff. It was then that he made up his mind. He couldn't wait any longer. As soon as he heard the old man coming up behind him, he gathered all his strength and, putting his feet on the floor, he swayed with the chair until he fell backwards.
The old man was taken by surprise and staggered to the shelf, losing his balance and falling over the junk that was piled up there. Metallic noises of objects falling. Glass shattering. Then the unthinkable happened. *** The jars are arranged with obsessive care on the shelf in the cellar, filled with a yellowish liquid and with a label bearing an acronym and a date. Each referring to a child that the old man has taken in over the years. Filling those jars took time and dedication, but the mask created by Mathias is unique in the world. Now he can see all those collected tears, closed forever in dusty jars, which remind him of the cries caused by his torments.
But he had to try something. Nobody knew where he was, nobody had seen him enter Mathias Rinaldi's property, even though the police might have questioned the old man and looked for clues. The silence Phone Number Datawas broken by the creak of a door which closed immediately afterwards. Slow, shuffling steps. A dull light that illuminated the environment. The figure of the old man descending towards him, like a jailer far away in time. The man heard him fumbling behind him, where before he was tied up he thought he saw a shelf full of stuff. It was then that he made up his mind. He couldn't wait any longer. As soon as he heard the old man coming up behind him, he gathered all his strength and, putting his feet on the floor, he swayed with the chair until he fell backwards.
The old man was taken by surprise and staggered to the shelf, losing his balance and falling over the junk that was piled up there. Metallic noises of objects falling. Glass shattering. Then the unthinkable happened. *** The jars are arranged with obsessive care on the shelf in the cellar, filled with a yellowish liquid and with a label bearing an acronym and a date. Each referring to a child that the old man has taken in over the years. Filling those jars took time and dedication, but the mask created by Mathias is unique in the world. Now he can see all those collected tears, closed forever in dusty jars, which remind him of the cries caused by his torments.