{chapter 3}

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Chains clattering together.
Moans and cries of many.
The smell of something raw and ruined filled the air in the room.

It was dark and small. The mans stomach felt like it was going to slip right out of his body. He hasn't eaten real food in weeks. Not only was he starving, he was scared.

The cuts and bruises on his body made him realize he might be in hell.

Then a bright light lit up a trail of worn wood that lead to a woman chained to a pipe.

The sound of footsteps made the man cringe, ache as if the squeak of old wooden stairs was as loud as nails on a chalkboard.

Screams.

More and more screams and cries came. Then there was darkness and death.... and hunger.

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