deadlox's pov.
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they strapped me to a metal table with a huge amount of blood on the floor next to it.
I couldn't even say goodbye to my friends.
no more sky. no trumu. no nobody. just darkness.
they didn't give me sorrel. I was going to die without it. I was hoping I would at least be numb when I died.
I try to move, but no avail. I cant budge.
the person walks out.
I feel a series of shots and I scream. well, now, im just like the rest. I was hoping I wouldn't let this person laugh at my pain but this was unbearable.
I try to look at my skin. oh my fucking god. where the shots were my skin had a blotch of black.
the person studies me, and writes something in his notes. "no one has got past that before." he says. they were lucky. I would have to live through more.
he takes out an electric saw and slices my arms, legs, and stomach.
I start to cry and scream hardcore. this wasn't fair. nothing is fair.
he turns me over making me screech the cuts on my stomach were touching this table.
he slices my upper back and then puts shots in my face. my goddamn face.
everything started to flash a series of reds and purples.
then slowly, things started to go black.
thank notch...
