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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 2:18 am
Dried and putrid blood is caked on the grey dismall stone of the walls and floors. In one corner sits a pile of rotting limbs and legions of flies buzzing around the feast. Devices of agonizing steel hang off of the walls next to the trophies held up on hooks better suited for the meat of butchers, trophies that had once been the heads of previous victims.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 8:40 am
*in the dark room, i was beatin until my blood was everywhere *
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