opened the door and stood before him is a long dark corridor, lit by a few scattered light. He decided to go into and feel as the air temperature rise continued with his sense of anguish and fear. After a few steps on either side of the figures began to appear that he could not immediately identify. As a casual observer, while some continued to advance slowly, using only the strange yellowish light, elusive as his thoughts, that without a precise source illuminating the bodies.
Because of this it was: deformed bodies in perpetual motion ... More and more they watched in disgust he served as master of the creatures were made from animal and human, with a slick and shiny skin and bones inside which seemed to rise and break up all the time. The groans from the creature becomes increasingly unbearable as they went towards the light he saw the end and did not survive more than torture when he realized that he could see faces in the creatures dear to him. He tried desperately to help them, but the slimy bodies out of hand and it was a continuous shatter and regenerate, and on, without peace.
The only strong feeling of despair and pity that at the time harbored about him was that he felt the inexplicable need to go down the hall to see what was there to see what was happening.
on a huge scaffold of rotting wood capped the Executioner was ready to accept a cut on the head of a person who resembled him dangerously. It was like seeing wounded, dirty, torture and near death, surrounded by nothing but their fears deep.
In a moment the ax fell on the neck of his being imprisoned, ending the nightmare and the frustrated lives of loved ones who had failed to save.
The only thing that went away was the horror in its wake.
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