The Welcome to another edition of Nightmarefuel Creaves and Pevers.

I'm Dan Cummins, and today I will be sharing the continuation of the previous Nightmare Fuel original story.

As always, highly recommend noise cancellation headphones for the ultimate experience.

Thank you for the feedback on the first half of this story, by the way.

Hope many of you continue to enjoy and be unsettled by where it ends.

If it ends.

Hope you enjoy this new nightmare.

Time now for the continuation of the tale of dissonance.

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Duncan's and Dr. Calloway's eyes remain locked.

In an instant, as the unexpected moment registered, Duncan's gaze

transformed from that of a scared, resigned to his insane and terrible fate flinch, to a furrowed

brow of renewed hope, anger, and determination. While Dr. Calloway's pupils simultaneously expanded,

her eyebrows raising in astonishment, her eyes no longer reflecting cold, detached

clinical control, but instead exuding surprise, fear, and disbelief in equal measure.

The 38 revolver she still held in her hand had misfired. Acting fast, Duncan grabbed a handful

of medical tools on the metal tray to his right and quickly flung them haphazardly towards the nefarious scientist who instinctively threw her hands up to protect her face from the incoming projectiles.

Duncan roared as he then lunged forward.

He grabbed both of her arms near the wrists and slammed the one that held the revolver hard into the doorframe behind her,

nearly breaking one of the bones in her forearm in the process.

Dr. Calloway cried out in pain and shock as she dropped her weapon.

Duncan quickly pulled her body back towards him and then roughly tossed her to the floor in the direction opposite of where the gun had just landed.

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