The cellar

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Blood; Dripping down her face as if it where sweat on a hot day. Screams coming out of the room as if a horror movie played. She lay there in complete and utter pain, pain and despair. A man walked into the cellar with a knife. Her eyes widened in fear, she yelled and screamed for help but nothing happened, no sound. She lay there and looked at her hand in pure horror; it was painted red with blood. Her neck had been slit when she was unconscious. She tried to scream but nothing came, the man laughed at her attempts. The woman lay there sobbing in pain, barely any tears coming out anymore. She could barely cry; she had been sobbing for hours and hours. She looked the man dead in the eye as he walked towards her in anger. The man couldn't take it, the man couldn't take the look his victim gave him. He stabbed her eyes again, and again, and again, her eyes were left as a bloody pulp. The woman died, the woman died in the most painful way she had hoped to never experience. She lay there lifelessly. The man threw her into a woodchipper and fed her to the pigs.

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