This is hell.
A room. A room with chains. A room with chains with meat. Shards of meat, no body belonging to. Still alive. Lively. Feeling the pain in the space between. Each cringing. The will to live. still willing away. An impossible puzzle of flesh. Started off whole. A human. A person - in our eyes. Dismantled. The conscious never stops flowing. The body, eternally feeling. All for one, and one for all. This is hell. There is no escape. There was a system in place, and you've failed. A failure from the start. The strongest soldiers, given the harshest battles. Some just don't have the heart. It's exclusive to escape this fate. You must do everything we say. So children, please listen, and set yourselves straight. And pray, and pray, and prey.
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