Tied to a chair, eyes locked on a cellphone screen, the man couldn’t escape. The video flickered to life: “Kamala’s Cackling Greatest Hits.” Her laughter burst from the speakers, sharp and relentless, like a hyena's call echoing in an empty canyon.
Seconds turned into hours. Each cackle drilled deeper, echoing in his head, leaving him pleading, “Anything but this!” But there was no mercy—only more laughter, louder, endless.
He realized, trapped and powerless, that once you’ve heard that laugh on repeat, silence would never feel the same again.
