ropes swish towards me
men are tieing my hands feet and neck
the ropes are tied to a large wheel
with sharp stakes on them
the men started pushing
pulling the ropes
i realize what the men where saying holy mirror
take the bloodstained ropes then a faint chanting of
ropes ropes ropes
after the sudden levatation
i had realized i was being killed
they stoped i felt a sudden releif then...
snap
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