∂яυиквσу

I hesitantly stepped into what looked like the interior of a coffin, the floorboards threatening to break with every shift of weight. The stale odor of old beer shot up my nose, singeing my senses. The claustrophobic room was the darkest shade of dull, the sharp clinking of half empty beers started to sting my ears. I let my eyes wander around the containment, consisting of drunks, druggies, and every other type of schizophrenic. Poison thoughts rushed into my head, i felt a hand grab onto my waist forcefully, there was no escape.