"Hell is empty. All the Devils are here."
- William Shakespeare
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If you are reading this, know the danger. You will know what tragic event has fallen upon some of us 'humans'. Welcome, to our prison.
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Darkness. Darkness is all that was around. No lights. No sounds. Nothing.
Dreams filled my head. Some people say that dreams can come true, but they forgot that nightmares are dreams as well.
Scalpels, knives, saws, surgical masks. Blood, blood, blood, blood. The shrill shrieks of other experiments sounding from other sections.
Shetlers screaming and laughing hysterically. Sirens blaring and mixing with the cries of other poor, helpless souls.
I keep telling myself that it's just a dream. But like I said before, dreams and nightmares can come true.
The lights flick on in my section. I try to struggle free again, but my arms and legs are held down on a table by strong, leather straps.
A tall man walks towards me; something like a gas mask on. He wears a yellow suit. I can practically smell death coming to me, unless that's the smell of blood on his hands.
My tail lashes back and forth in fury while my ears turn around to listen to other sounds. The Shetler gives a cry of laughs while grabbing the first object near him; a sharp saw.
I keep struggling, almost out of energy before the cold blade gets gently pressed on my neck. He strokes my hair before pressing down. That's when I finally come to my senses and awake.
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