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Closed In dark chamber filled with painful iron
Straps squeezing bodyparts closer to darkened moist wood
While iron spikes rip the young flesh
So much of pain, but so little done yet.
Only one spike giving so much pain
But there is so much of skin to go through
Hours, days, months. Hallucinations in agony.
Your Destiny is not to live. Your Destiny is not to die.
Somewhere between, in border of life and death
Floating in endless pain, merciless torturing agony
When you thought it can't hurt more,...
...it strikes back in new hight.

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