Sunlight emerged from a hole in the ceiling. Finally I could see the source of warm air around me. Sight of hundreds of people made me sick. Their breaths smelled like rotten apples ans their faces as dull as nauseated cows. I felt an urge to get up and ask what the heck was going on but then I felt I was trapped with handcuffs and chains all around my body. According to my assumption it was the third day of torture. But how did I get in there and who were the people around me, I had no idea of it.
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Crossing the boundaries
Historical FictionThis story is about number of people who are trapped in an abandoned room. Torture increases everyday and they are provided with nothing to eat. Deaths, fights, murders, romance, requests are parts of this story. And then one day a short speech insp...
