(Credit goes to the Creepypasta website online)
"There now," Imperial says, collecting herself. "We'll see the results in no time. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
He feels the shame well up inside of him, his eyes to the floor. So much of Singapore's memory has been cut out, and mind is never released from the constant cycle of drug after drug after drug.
It was at this moment when it felt like someone had set all his nerve ends on fire. The pain was like flames burning him alive. Singapore winced. The pain was most intense near the base of his spine.
The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that he no longer knew where he was... white-hot knives were piercing every inch of his skin, his head was surely going to burst with pain; he was screaming more loudly than he'd ever screamed in his life.
When he inhaled, another flash of pain had him seeing double as his head throbbed and his vision went dark as waves of agony seared through his body.
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When The Past Was Around
FanfictionA study of Singapore's colonial past to the present because I hate my history lessons since their so boring. Art is not mine unless I say so
