50. DEVOURED BY A RANDOM PATH TO. . .HELL

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Renesmee

The wrist of my hands cracked locked into cold metal bands.

Sore. . . hungry. . .and dehydrated.

I laid on a chilled tile; my head throbbed with the hard pounding of the thoughts. I open my eyes- or maybe I was dreaming- in a place of a time thousands year ago, not the stone age times but among the classical greek art. With classical Greek and Rome realism and greater solemnity, an almost Baroque-like dramatization of arts and walls spread around .

 With classical Greek and Rome realism and greater solemnity, an almost Baroque-like dramatization of arts and walls spread around

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Ancient drawing and sculptured walls, with two thousand years ancient tomb ceiling, with a curved arches around me.

I try to relax my arms, but I couldn't; it hung tightly with the metal shackle that clank by the slightest of movement by my hand.

The bones of my right wrist felt like might break out and tear itself apart from my skeleton. My arms hurt like hell so. . . so much with heavy weight of  stiffness, the left shackle was left off a bit loose.

My head hung with crawling weakness over my bone, as if I had been beaten up and thrashed brutality. With weak throbbing skull and head, I try to exit this nightmare world, gently trying to open my eyes.

The soreness of my body took over my mind and stopped it from working. I look around me with half shut eyes.

My eyes cast clouded with weakness onto a casket few meters away from me- OH NO! - I staggered back with shock, my head numbed with the attempt to take in what I really saw? The casket garnished with rosewood veneer, lined with faux-silk, the plas...

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My eyes cast clouded with weakness onto a casket few meters away from me- OH NO! - I staggered back with shock, my head numbed with the attempt to take in what I really saw? The casket garnished with rosewood veneer, lined with faux-silk, the plastered dry corpses stored surrounded with a few pounds...of gold.

What? I looked around in an instant, hundreds of marble graves surrounds me; some of it even decorated with ancient sculptures and gold cemented over it.

What? I looked around in an instant, hundreds of marble graves surrounds me; some of it even decorated with ancient sculptures and gold cemented over it

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