The sounds.
The little noises that came from every which way.
The screams.
The constant screams that barreled around my head that never ended. They were never silenced.
The hell.
The burning embers of the everlasting flames that Satan himself made.
The room.
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The Room
FantasiaThe sounds. The little noises that came from every which way. The screams. The constant screams that barreled around my head that never ended. They were never silenced. The hell. The burning embers of the everlasting flames that Satan himself made. ...
