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A feeling of a sinister presence

In a cold lair

Where there is no life

Just merciless torture

Lying there waiting in pain

Screaming, crying, pain unbearable

The pain will only grow

The torture will continue

Blood will flow, on and on

The handle will be turned more and more

The crackles will get louder

The screams will become more piercing

Your flesh is ripping

Your vision is going

You struggle breathing

Your eyes are nearly out of their sockets

Darkness has filled all space

The light completely gone

Lying there dreading even more

As the handle continues to turn

More and more, it turns

More and more, the pain gets worse

More and more, the screams go on

More and more, death comes closer

More and more...