Held captive by cages and chains, the presence of death looming over me. Crimson pools reflect gruesome scars and open wounds inflicted with no regard for life and the darkness in the hearts of men who proudly brandish blades still warm with blood from execution. Tortured and isolated, trapped within this hell, a prison of atrophy. I'm left to die weak and diseased. I stare into merciless eyes wondering who will deliver the final fatal blow that spills my blood and ends this nightmare. Filled with terror, paralyzed by fear, wrought with panic in knowing there's no escape for me. A captive bolt to seal my fate. Lead to my slaughter, by narrow concrete walls. Shackled and hoisted, bled out and eviscerated to the death and I succumb. I hope you're boiled alive and no one hears your cries. I hope your throat is slit so you can't scream in agony. I hope your family is torn away from you and you're left to live the rest of your days waiting for your life to end. I hope you fucking suffer.
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