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When I opened my eyes I realized I was tight on a chair. Around me: torture machines and blood on the floor. I looked at my body: bloody wounds everywhere, cuts, bruises, holes and torn skin…All hurt so much. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. Suddenly I heard the sound of a smashed metal door and someone came into my cell. He was a tall man dressed all in black: black jeans, black shirt, black cloak, black leather gloves with dark hair and some mischievous red eyes. He closed the door and came straight to me.

“Did you enjoy your treatment?” he said to me and continued to examine my bloody wounds.

I started to struggle and said:

“Who the fuck are you and why do you keep me tight in here!”

He put his hand on my neck and raised me up:

“Watch your words honey or you’ll implore me to spare your life…” he said and he pushed me into a wall. I fell down and when I hit the floor I screamed heartbreaking. He laughed and he said:

“Oh, that’s so interesting…a stupid girl kept in here by a demon…”

He started to hit me into my stomach and tears fell from my eyes.

“Oh, that’s so stupid…” he said and he started to hit me in the face. I spitted blood and I finally said to him:

“I…beg…you for…mercy….please…”

He laughed again and he said with a satisfied voice:

“You see? Like I said…you’ll implore me to spare your life.”

He let me on the ground in a pool of blood and went to the metal door. He said to me:

“Oh, I forgot…welcome to sweet madness dear…this is hell on the earth.

His red eyes looked at me with go-by. He smiled mischievous than he went out of the cell. His last words continued to resonate into my head: “welcome to sweet madness…this is hell on earth” than I fainted. I was a prisoner.

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