A Slight Tension

Stiffness gives way to a faint shudder. In my right grip, the hanging chain shifts against my knuckles, cold links whispering as they scrape the dark floor. I exhale a low murmur, tilting my curved blade upward just enough to catch the dim light. Beside me, the two figures remain frozen in their silence. I slowly coil a single link tighter around my fingers, testing the weight, feeling the pulse awaken through each cold ring. Here, on this platform, I have quietly stirred. #Torturedsouls