The cage swung from side to side as the wind blew softly, it was odd, the wind seemed misplaced in such a place.In Hell.The crowd below her sang loudly, filling the vast silence.It was almost a chanting, the words didn't seem of a language she knew. The iron of the bars stung her skin, the silence made her crazy but the sound of the singing, that hypnotic noise eased that pain. It eased the suffering of the cage. Of Hell.
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